10-09-2008, 11:08 AM
A cold wind blew across the beach of Darkshore, but the leather clad elf didn't even shiver. "The tribe will be going to Northrend soon Talion," he said to the tiger that was just now joining him. He sighed. "I wish we could join them, but you know that will not be possible. They must never know..." his thoughts were interupted by shouts coming from farther down the shore.
"Damn, these night elves never quit, do they?" laughed Ithenis, "Come on Talion, let's get out of here."
As they fled, they failed to notice a pair of dimly glowing eyes peering at them from the bushes. "There is more to this man than meets the eye," thought the forsaken eavesdropper.
"Damn, these night elves never quit, do they?" laughed Ithenis, "Come on Talion, let's get out of here."
As they fled, they failed to notice a pair of dimly glowing eyes peering at them from the bushes. "There is more to this man than meets the eye," thought the forsaken eavesdropper.