<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Quelsin Dusksong</span></strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1z92rl00bj/8e278fd01ad881380bca0bac218daf85--blood-elf-hunter-fans.jpg)</div><br/>There was a number of things that he could have been doing. Demons still prowled the darker corners of Azeroth in search of some sort of darker purpose. Rumors had begun to reach his fellow Illidari of a Void cult trying to form somewhere though he hadn't yet devoted the time to rooting it out. Still he had offered his services to the service and so he found his way to Duskwood. It was always difficult being this close to Stormwind but his Felbat was ignored. There was a measure of respect given to the Illidari who had come to help in the Legion crisis. They had, after all, never truly chosen a side with members of the Illidari working with the Horde and the Alliance for a common goal. It still made him uneasy however knowing the current discord between the two major factions on Azeroth.<br/><br/>Pushing that to the side his bat landed in Duskwood and ran the rest of the way. It had been some time since he had used his Felsaber but there wasn't much need for the creature. As it was it was stabled below the Fel Hammer and it would likely stay that way. No shirt was worn as his tattoos and the magic that they radiated protected him more than a tunic would. It was perpetually amusing to him to see the looks he got from seasoned warriors who thought him a fool for not wearing armor. His glaives were on his back as the bat bounded forward. Already he could make a few others who had arrived early for this little artifact gathering mission. The gift of seeing beyond just what normal eyes could see.<br/><br/>With his bat coming to a stop Quelsin dropped off the back of it. The bat growled for a moment before climbing into the sky and vanishing as it was transported back to the Fel Hammer. Green glowing eyes, even under the blindfold, looked around at those who were gathered. A rogue, a mage, and two hunters. All of them more than adept, of that he was sure, but not many who could take more than a few dedicated blows. He sighed.<br/><br/>"Don't see your kind much since da Legion be gone," said the wisened old troll when he spotted the demon hunter.<br/><br/>"No, I suppose you wouldn't," he replied walking forward "I'll join my companions inside."<br/><br/>"Just try ta keep the demon within, within," the troll said with a chuckle "I'd rather not have ta pull it out of ya though I wonda how it would go."<br/><br/>Quelsin didn't even favor him with another look as he strode past and into the building where the others were. There was some chatter though not much. He recognized some of them though not that many. Proudmoore he recognized on sight simply because that name carried weight and her talents were known. The others he only knew that most basic of information about what they might be able to do gleaned from their weapons and general aura in his second sight. Given some time he might be able to piece more together from what he knew of other members of the organization but there was a time and place for that.<br/><br/>"An odd gathering of heroes one could say," he offered as he stepped into the room.<br/><br/>He carried himself as one deserving of respect but he didn't quite carry the same level of gloom that most Illidari seemed to. His movements were fluid, effortless even, as his training had made every move honed to the point where it seemed graceful but poised for deadly efficiency. He stood just inside the doorway waiting for the old troll to return and regale them with what this mission actually was. Some ancient troll artifact to summon their Loa? Something that had been taken from one of the many troll kingdoms that had fallen? It was hard to say with certainty and it didn't much matter. If it needed to be taken it would be taken.