A large and bulky person entered the tavern. Though she stood taller than him, Lav sometimes still felt like a dwarf in comparison to the sheer bulk and power of a death knight. Even so, she recognized Dristis, and the normal prickle of tension along the back of her neck when meeting a formidable opponent didn’t irritate her. He sat in front of her at the table, and almost instantly began talking. For some reason, her thoughts drifted towards the first time she’d really met the death knight –attacking that shadow beast.
Blinking, her thoughts returned to the present, and she shook her head in response, ”I couldn’t tell you, Leung mentioned very little to me, I was hoping you might have known more. I know you get along quite well with the old Pandaren.” She gave a small smile, then shrugged, her thick Darnassian accent coming through, ”Although I suppose he is a bit of a secretive fellow, isn’t he?” She chuckled lightly, folding her arms in front of her and leaning forward slightly in her seat.
”I’ve been well.” That was a blatant lie. Her eyebrows creased together as a tightness formed in her chest. She dearly missed Althmyst, her drake companion. She didn’t even know whether or not Althmyst were alright or not. Lately she’d been having many dreams of the red drake, and she prayed they weren’t prophetic, for they included Deathwing. No, that was silly, the Aspect was as good as dead, he wasn’t coming back.
”Have you seen any of the others?” She questioned. It was more out of curtsey that she asked, but once the words were out she realized how long she’d been detached from the group. Shortly after arriving to Halfhill, she had left to the East, to the Jade forest. There, she had spent much of her time exploring, particularly the depths. There had been a strange calling for her, and she had been surprised to find an orca, or, rather, the spirit of one. She blinked, shaking her head to clear it, before focusing back on Dristis, and smiling, waiting patiently for his answer.
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She squinted her eyes behind the dark shades that covered them. The smelly beast she sat upon felt unfamiliar and disturbing, with how she had to spread her legs around its girth. Why on earth humans had chosen horses as mounts was beyond her, but she supposed it would be useful to fit in. Softly kicking its flanks, Althmyst urged the beast on, towards the docks. For the last few weeks she had been frantic; Laviette should have been back by now, or at least sent her a letter or something. When she’d caught wind of the news that the ship her companion had departed on, had gone missing, her worry only increased. Of course she was going on the ship in search of the other; in her mind, there was no other option.
Slipping off the back of the beast, Althmyst grimaced at the feeling between her legs. No matter how much training she’d gone through, nothing could have prepared her for that uncomfortable feeling. Fell, she hated horses. Giving the reins of the beast over to a small, scraggly boy, the ‘human’ boarded the ship without further delay.
Just in time, in fact, to catch a night elf running off screaming at some ghoul; who she supposed belonged to the death knight who managed to look sea sick. It rather amused Althmyst, actually; a death knight, in all its worldy powers, sea sick. Shaking her head, her loose red hair flowed around her shoulders, and eventually she followed the two deeper into the ship. As the delicious smell of some sort of meaty stew hit her nose, she felt a tightening in her stomach, and decided it might be for the better if she just ate something now, rather than put it off until later.
Of course, she did have a rather large stomach, even with her disguise, and the thought of spending the gold she had on that much food was unappealing. Oh well, she placed two orders of stew with the chef anyways, and turned into the “dining room”. Despite the fact it was already slightly dim in the room –only being lit by lanterns, after all- the shades did not come off of the human’s face, and she sat a few tables away from the convening death knight and night elf, just as the night elf up and left.
"Woman troubles?" She commented mildly, not bothering to look in the direction of the death knight.
Edited by Laviette on 8/18/2012 6:55 PM PDT