Ixzy, finally made her way to the arena. Sighing she put hers hands on-top of a crate, she got a firm grip and pulled herself up and onto the crate. Now staring at the fight below she shrugged, watching the Dwarfs and Orcs fight. She seemed to like the fact the Orcs were loosing, though they were on her side. Eventually she made the wrong move, her way to tight shirt popped against her chest.<br/><br/>Her shirt ripped right down the middle, curving herself so that she couldn't be seen she hopped off the crate out of what she though the eyes of the people. Though anyone tall enough could simply peek their head over and look at her, or climb over. Blushing she smacked her face sighing, she forgot her backpack up in central Dalaran. She had no chance of getting out of here without some ones help.<br/><br/>Though this Goblin had no luck, whatso-ever. She doubted anyone would come to help, she frowned at the though mumbling what seemed to be a cry? "Wh-why am I so ignored, maybe th-that's why my flowers didn't sell... Maybe that's wh-why I have no luck...." Crossing her arms over he chest she put her knees up pressing them against her fore-arm, simply camping out till some one came to save her. Or whatever they'd do to her, it wasn't much of hope but she had enough to live. She laughed, at the situation....<br/><br/>Frowning quickly she scooted herself backwards into the crate more, reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small pistol in self defense in case anyone tried anything..." I hope some one does come..." Leaning her head backwards she sighed, what was her life worth any-how no one cared about her... What would make this situation any different, she was a goner.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>