Two figures rode towards Shattrath on large nightsabers. As they got closer to the city, the mist parted enough to reveal two female night elves. One was tall, with long white hair and lavender skin, dressed in a dark armor that fitted to her body, outlining her figure. The limb of a bow stuck up over one shoulder and the haft of a polearm over the other. At the side of the saddle by her knee a heavy rifle was slung.<br/><br/>The lavender skinned one turned to the shorter one. "Come<em>on</em>Anoria, I want to sit down and have a drink. We've been riding for hours," she said in Darnassian, her voice a husky alto and would have been pleasant if not for the sarcastic tone. Tossing her head, she turned forward as they started down the road to the northen entrance to the Lower City.<br/><br/>"I  want to get out of the saddle first, Kyn, but I want to check at the hospice first," the other womnan said. Her voice a soft contalto. She was dressed in the robes of a priestess. Woven from an unusually dark material, it covered her from neck to foot. Shrouding her figure for the most part. Her skin was as pale as her hair, which trailed behind her as they rode down to the gate.<br/><br/>After a quick inspection and warning of the troubles in the city, the two passed through the tunnel, Kynrind staying close to her sister.  Many refugees crowded them, begging for something. "Back off!" The tall huntress growled, drawing her rifle. Her nightsaber's rumbling growl sent the ragged refugees scrambling backwards and the two kaldorei were able to ride out into the Lower City.<br/><br/>Kynrind's  hostile posture kept the safe, her readiness to do violence evident to the hungry masses that crowded the lower city. It was only a few minutes to the  hospice that tended the healthof the  Lower City's poor.<br/><br/>They pulled up outside of the building, Anoria dismounting and tossing the reins of her mount to her sister. "I'll be only a few minutes," she said, stretching and groaning. The many hours they'd spent in the saddle had made her butt and thighs sore, but she went willingly enough into the hospice to talk to the Draenei woman inside.