Movement
in the dark.
Glint
of chain mail.
Whisps
of white hair highlight against a flickering candle flame.
First
one glove. Then the next. Daggers sheathed.
A muffled "uummph" and her mantle fit snuggly into place. Buckles adjusted and tightened.
With
a slight breath, the flickering flame extinguishes. Darkness. Silence.
A
turn of the door handle sends a shaft of sunlight to pierce the darkened room
as if by command. "Azrael. Let's move..." With each step, the
clanging of metal against metal signals Aurendar’s approach. Her daggers bounce
rhythmically against her thighs. Azrael's low growl reminds passersby to keep
their distance as they make their way through the crowds of Stormwind and up to
the city’s message board.
Stormwind’s
Trade District was bustling with crowds. Rarely is this a lonely place yet
through all of the commotion, a terrible loneliness enveloped Aurendar.
Scanning the recruitment board, Aurendar spies a small unassuming scrap of
parchment. It had obviously been there for awhile as it had seen the ravages of
time. One could however still make out the familiar golden leaf on a white
background signifying that this parchment came from the halls of Turus
Thalanaar.
Tearing
off the parchment and kneeling down, “You
up for a bit of adventure Az? Strangely Azeroth can be quite a lonely place even
with so many people about” Aurendar whispered to her faithful companion.
Azrael rubbed up against her daggers in approval.
“Yes, I believe it is
time to seek out companions to break bread with. I have come across this ‘Gwydion’
in the past. A very pleasant priest if I remember correctly. I will seek him
out”.
Aurendar thought to herself.
“Well Azrael, how
about we hunt? I need some exercise and you, my friend, look hungry! Let’s go
visit Nessingwary in Sholazar”. Azrael ran ahead of her toward the docks. “Yea, he’s hungry”
Folding
the parchment, Aurendar placed the note in her bags.”Azrael! Wait for me!” It wasn’t long before the two disappeared
into the crowds of Stormwind.
I am Aurendar Moonstrider – Hunter. I believe a plan
is coming together.
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
