Duran rode silently through the Terokkar forests and smiled brightly at the sight of the wonderous city before him; though by the sounds of the guards grunting, they weren't too happy he was there.  "Don't make any trouble warlock or we will kill you."<br/><br/>"Do not worry about me friends, I will see to it that everything on me and in me is in check while I'm in your fair city."  The vindicator's jaw dropped as he stared in disbelief of what had just been said to him; he gwacked for a moment longer when the other vindicator closed his mouth for him and Duran was gone.  He moved carefully through the crowd looking around for people of importance anyone that he could speak to on a matter that had been taking place in Zangermarsh.  Raids that had been taking place had caught his eye and he had been doing some investigating with his Eye of Kilrogg; a dangerous group of bandits and murders had been making caliberated strikes against villages there and Duran had, had enough.  Sweeping the streets for adventurers and spotted a mage and a dranei talking.  Both looked powerful enough to aid him, so he hailed them as they spoke bowing first.<br/><br/>"Greetings, I am Duran Deathblow.  I am looking for travelers to aid me in a matter in Zangermarsh, if you can't occompany that is fine by all means.  I simply wish that you would hear me out on this matter.  If you would you would do me a great an honor and I would be in your debt."  The warlock bowed once more humbling himself before the pair in a practiced way and waited for their answer with patience and reserve.  "If I have overstepped my bounds with you two I'm sorry." He said quickly in the silence of the moment.  He knew the races were at war, but he hoped they would see that this matter needed to be addressed and it was effecting both sides this time.<br/><br/>