Arthien briskly walked through the streets of Booty Bay, a scowl adorning her face, she absolutly detested this place. The entire port reeked of stale ale, body odor, and a hint of vomit, it churned her stomach every time she entered the port, but that wasn't the only reason she was scowling. Arthien had been asked to take part in the reclamation of Orgrimar, but in order to enter the city again, the group that had been gathered must recieve the blessing of the Narru, the Narru just the thought cause Arthien to stifle a retch, Such useless beings, knowing nothing of real power. she thought, forgetting about the stench of the port for a momen as she stewed about her task, the only reason she accepted was the chance of discovering what power could do this to an entire city, and claiming that power for herself.
She walked around the streets, periodically questioning a passing goblin as to the location of the SkyFlight, the ship that was taking the group to Orgrimar, after locating a goblin that wasn't completely drunk, and with a little 'gentle' persuasion, Arthien walked up the gangplank of the SkyFlight. Two bruiers stepped infront of her once she reached the top "Pass" one asked gruffly, Arthien pulled out her envelop containing the letter and showed it to the bruisers, nodding the bruisers stepped aside "Enjoy the ride, sweet cheeks." one of them said as she passed, looking back, a look of pure disgust on her face for a moment then, with a faint smile, she snapped her fingers. The bruiser's beer-stained trousers suddenly caught fire, causing the bruiser to jump around in shock, attempting to stamp out the flame with his hands, in the end he tripped over the railing and landed with a loud splash in the sea water below. With that done Arthien walked below deck hearing the second bruiser laughing hysterically at the misfortune of his partner.
Below deck was a simple bar, a Forsaken sat there drinking. She approached the bartender, sitting down at the bar a fair distance from the undead, trying to avoid the stench if possible. "Slivermoon Port, should you have it. And I require a room." she spoke to the bartender who gave a nod of recognition handing her a glass of wine and a key "Cabins're on the left."
Arthien sat there silently sipping her wine, awaiting anyone else.