It was early morning when they came. The buoyant smile on her lips faltered and quickly came to pass when she saw them again. Danirel and Scassira, accompanied by the dreadful Vaella, came shambling down the cobblestone paved road leading to the quaint store held by the Harboson Company.
"Elstine." Rosemary clapped her superior on the bicep with some force to draw his attention to the sight. She sprang to her feet and approached them in a stride. It had been says since they all but vanished, and she was eager to greet them-- especially considering their beaten condition. "What happened?" She had demanded of Vaella, but the woman knew very little herself. Her concern manifested in the form of anger that was misdirected. Vaella would feel the brunt of Rosemary's fury, though it would have little to no effect on the warrior. After all, she was a fierce woman herself with a fiery temper of her own. Rosemary met her match there.
In the end, she was left with more questions than answers. She was surprised but she wasn't appalled to find that they had a deadly encounter with the dark cultists that Scassira had been raised and pursued by, but she was shocked by her husband's reaction. He responded with what she perceived as indifference. She was a passionate creature and she simply couldn't conceive his disregard for Scassira, his wife; nor Danirel, the man he claimed to be a his closest friend. To his credit, his calm was a thing to be admired.
When the younger woman had collapsed from exhaustion, it was Rosemary that came to her aid. "What the shite, Elstine?" She snarled out as she bore the weight of Scassira's near limp form in her arms. She's heavier than I thought she would be. Elstine remained seated, mug in hand. "It's always something." He had noted without any effort to assist his fallen wife from his perch. As he laid the palm of his free hand against his forehead and dragged his hand down over his features, the famously volatile Gilnean felt the urge to take the cracked drinking cup from his grasp so that she might throw the searing hot beverage in his face. How could he?
It had been nearly a week since then. She crouched now as a beast in the long evening shadows cast by the great walls surrounding Stormwind but it was without sinister motive. Her eyes were fixed on Scassira as she stood along the road that had been carved through the verdant forest with a small gathering. Both Danirel and Vaella were present, she noticed. From afar, the Worgen stared.
The conversation that she had with Elstine earlier that week resonated within a conflicted mind. For thirty-five years Rosemary had lived and breathed for only her self preservation, selfish as she was, but there was a strange shift in her thought process that began to worm its way into her mind several months after she had joined the Harboson Company. The unfamiliar softness frightened her, and she felt weak, but something compelled her to keep her word to somebody for once in her lifetime.
With that, the Worgen followed of her own volition.
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