But you are not a stranger, are you? Stormwind looks all too familiar to you, the buildings and the pathways memorized like the back of your own hand; the high stone arches of the Cathedral like a secondary home to you, the ruins of what once was a beautiful Park a stark reminder of the conflict that you have seen and endured over years.
The drinks the taverns supply are familiar to your lips, as are the faces of the people that serve them to you; equally familiar are the friendly visages of the merchants around the city. Smiles, scowls, grimaces.. The shouts of merchants hawking their wares and bartering with other loud voices to sell the day's best catch. You know these things intimately, don't you?
You might venture into the seedier parts of Old Town or even the Mage Quarter, where you've heard rumors of fel magic lurking inside. Do you expect to find one of stealth there? I suspected so, stranger.
Venture back into Stormwind, take a look at all the smiling faces again. Watch them closely and you might glimpse something unseen: the shadow of an eye, curving and ornate, watching back at you. The scarred visage of a Shadow, keenly intent on discovering, tasting, ripping apart secrets from every day life. The familiarity you once thought you knew takes on a whole new meaning, something now sinister.. Paranoia sets in, doesn't it?
You look again and the eye is gone, hidden by folds of cloth and leather, parchment and books, weaponry of sorts and armor. Do you recall seeing it, stranger? Was it even there?
A note is tacked to the Stormwind board, the parchment appearing quite old and smelling of the docks down by Harbor. It is penned with a careful hand and in a faded blank ink.
Seek employment? We have just the thing for you!
The worker's union is taking in all merchants without a home. Whether you work in
Shadow or the light, we have places for all and benefits.
For more information, seek out a woman named Erisande Flamesinger.
Training will be provided for all apprentices.