Open rp starter!
Maevewine sat on top of a wall in Dalaran, kicking his feet sullenly. Once again, he was left behind rather than allowed to go fight demons with his brothers and sisters. At least this time he was allowed to be in Dalaran, rather than confined to the Fell Hammer. He had fought before! He helped when they had to fight their way out of the Warden’s Vault. He just... needed more practice. Which, the teen mused, he wasn’t going to be able to get if he stayed behind all the time. There was only so much sparring with the other could do for him.
Maevewine didn’t raise his head at the approaching footsteps, continuing to stare at the ground. “What do you want?” he asked.


















