The lion was right though, things had been fairly uneventful since their dispatch to Northrend. Their days had been filled with chasing whispers and heresay that almost always fell empty. The great, cold, North had grown quiet and Rydelle was restless over it. The Lion nuzzled his face between his paws and released another long sigh, Rydelle took notice and looked back at the Lion. "Alright, alright.. I'll tell you what, if we dont find anything by the end of the week, we can go on a small scouting trip, see what some of the settlements in the East have heard." The Lion responded with a small grunt, obviously indifferent to the suggestion. Rydelle leaned back in her seat, allowing her gaze to wander and her mind to think freely on the matter.
Her gaze fell upon two figures sitting across the room at the bar, their bodies bathed in rich maroon cloaks and their faces hidden by the hoods. "Travelers", Rydelle spoke to herself. "Perhaps, they have heard of anything of interest nearby..." She gave her Lion a smile and rose from her seat and walked towards the strangers. She paused just before she reached them, her ears had caught the voice of the taller, more slender figure. His voice was familiar, it was of a softer tone, but still carried a hint of ferocity, while still sounding as if it could sing. Rydelle, swung around briefly, slipping silently into a table, her back now facing theirs.
The first figure spoke quietly "It's here, flourishing and is entirely without Alliance protection." His fingers following the curve of his glass, making a small whistle as he did so. "We shouldn't waste any further time, the rest will want to know of our findings".
"Indeed" The second figure spoke, but with a harsher more gritty voice. "However, I want to be sure of the numbers we would face, if we mean to take these resources for ourselves.. Enough for now we shouldn't even be discussing these matters here... not all are of our.. brotherhood"
Rydelle sat quietly, listening for more information but the stranger's dicussion had ceased. She was desperate, this was the type of thing she had been sent to Dalaran to investigate. She had to know who these strangers were. But how?
The taller, more slender stranger rose after whispering into the others ear. Less than a foot seperated Rydelle from him at this point. She rose with her tea in hand, and turned as if to place her drink on the bar counter, but pretended to have caught her foot on her seat allowing herself to trip and fall onto the stranger, spilling her tea across his chest. The stranger let out a small hiss, and Rydelle acting the part began to apologize for her clumsiness. Her voice fell silent when her eyes rose up and made contact with the strangers face. She found herself staring into the strangers gaze complete with long elvish eyebrows cradling his bright, green eyes.
"You should watch your step, missy" hissed the blood elf. "You never know who you are going to bump into"
Rydelle didn't respond, she was still recovering from the shock of her discovery. She knew that a fight, here and now with the strangers would be pointless, other than that she was outnumbered as well. She met the strangers gaze head on and held it for a few moments before speaking "My mistake, I am ever so clumsy at times" She dared a final glance at both of the figures before turning, and walking at the door of Legerdemain. She whistled a few notes and her Lion followed.