@quelbound
🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ Dangerous. It was cute that Rommath was concerned for her safety after all this time. He was not incorrect, however; Orgrimmar was on edge since the tragic ending of the ceremonial Mak'gora. Although the Horde was no longer under the tight pinch of the Banshee, the Alliance--aside from their king--would not be welcome inside of the gates. That was not new. It would have been easy for the rogue to slip in behind the group carrying Saurfang's body. Her face was covered with a mask, as it always was, and her emerald tell-tale hair was hidden beneath a large hood, along with her glowing eyes. But she didn't take the opportunity. Instead, she pulled her glove off of her hand with her teeth, and whistled for her raven. It appeared before her, darkness dripping from its wings.
She took flight above the gate, hopping off of the back of the beast and vanishing mid fall. By the time she came into contact with the top of the building, she was nothing. Still, she kept quiet in her movements as she listened for life within the buildings. She was fast, and that was what she did for a living.
Finally, she found him. He was hunched over a desk in one of the larger buildings--the inn. It made the most sense. Hugging the walls, the elf made her way into the building, and back into the farthest corner--or closest to what the round buildings would have as corners--before she faded back into view in silence.
"Do you remember that auctioneer that was murdered a while back in broad daylight?"
