Aug 18, 2013
selene-the-vampire has entered the guild hall
Risiah growled in frustration. She sat on the floor of the guild hall, one heel pinning a hide in place and the other attempting valiantly to keep the thick spellthread from tangling. Small black scales were stitched onto roughly half of the long hide, and the night elf's lavender hands were littered with small needle pricks. The guilty needle was clamped between two calloused fingers and lodged in a tough spot on one scale. At the sound of the door opening, she glanced up. "What do you want?"