"Worgen?" Twilly asked nervously. "You mean an untamed one?" She slid off the back of the deathcharger and scanned the horizon. "I don't see any worgen, and I don't know any magic." Twilly complained, reaching for her dagger. "Listen, Ms. Lanil, I thank you for the ride but I really don't need any more help. You don't have to stay." she said happily, in a high-pitched voice.