Flowing Script by Lelenia

[Keeper Of Lore]

Flowing Script

Lelenia, August 16, 2006

She hurried through the streets of Ogrimaar, sticking mostly to
the shadows. Even though she looked like another member of the
Horde, anyone striking up a conversation would cause some major
problems in her little escapade. Tucking off in a corner, she
reaches out with her mind, scanning the area till she finds the
Grim guildhall, then takes off again, flitting from one corner to
the next.

The form of an undead woman, taller than usual, breathes heavily
as she walks calmly across the quiet streets. A skeletal hand
waves at one of the guards by the door, then pulls out a folded
letter, slipping it into the mail slot on the Grim's door.

Laughing softly to herself, she slips around the side of the
guildhall, tapping the orb at her belt to shed the undead form,
her elven features standing out sharply in the orc town. Soon the
green flash of light from her hearthstone pulls her back to the
dunes far to the south, back to her hunt.

The note flutters to the floor inside the great hall, flowing
lines of an elven hand writing out a choppy note in Orcish.

"Chingaso.

Much joy for strength you prevail. Great hunt bugs find, trophies
many bag. Dunes see again.

Quel undome, Chingy.

~Lelenia Baenre"

[Chingaso]

Chingaso hear letter slot on Guild Hall door flap and see letter
fall to floor. Curious, Chingaso pick up and read...

Lelenia...

Chingaso stuff letter in shirt and hope no one see...

[Grolish]

Grolish turns the corner and sees Chingaso quickly stuffing a
letter into his shirt...nervously, perhaps?

"Hi there Chingaso! Congradulations on completing your training!

What's up with the letter? You seem a little anxious..."

[Chingaso]

Chingaso jump with start...

"Grolish! Chingaso not see...no, no; everything ok. Just letter
from maker of shells tell Chingaso order delay. Think nothing
of..."

Chingaso resolve get very drunk...

[Grolish]

"Easy there buddy! I didn't mean to startle you...everything's ok
then?"

::still looks concerned::

"Well, if I can be of help let me know."

[Chaindog]

Heading back to the hall after a day of adventuring, Chaindog
walking along the path in Orgrimmar, stops suddenly. She sniffs
the air. Her raptor's playfulness stops as she notices Chaindog's
alertness.

Chaindog drops to a knee and scans the ground outside. "Hmm. That
shouldn't be right. There's no tracks, but the scent is right."
She stands fully to her seven feet height and scans the crowds of
adventurers, traders, and downtodden.

She breathes deeply sorting out the scents and isolating the one
she wants. She begins to follow it. It leads, to of all places,
the Grim's Hall. She again scans the ground looking again for
something out of place. "Ah, it's not the feet I should be
looking for, but the distance between them." She then sees the
strides of the undead feet. She follows them around to the side
of the guildhall and sees the tracks she was originally looking
for.

"By Zul'jin's Grin, what is a Nightelf doing in Orgrimmar, and
better yet, why at the Grim's Hall?" She walks back to the to
door and enters the hall.

She breathes deeply, trying to find the scent. It's faint but
here. She notices Chingaso and Grolish talking right near the
door. She takes a few steps and leans in close to Grolish and
sniffs him. Then she leans into Chingaso and sniffs him.

Chaindog looks directly at Chingaso and says, "You smell like
Night elf."

[Chingaso]

Chingaso look Chaindog square in eye. "What of? Chingaso smell
like elf much. Chingaso slay so many elf it no wonder." Chingaso
keep steady stare while near panic inside...

[Grolish]

Grolish leans over to Chingaso and says quietly...

We should talk...soon, my friend...privately.

[Sammuel]

"what's this about an elf?"

Sammuel says as he enters the guild hall. Covered in blood and
gore he drops onto a bench and begins to hone his polearm.

[Chaindog]

Chaindog thinks to herself, He's lying. I know he's liying. What
is he hiding? Should I care what he's hiding? He's no traitor, or
is he? This isn't like him, what has him so flustered?

Feelings of anger and suspicion well up in her heart. Her eyes
turn into in an icy glare directed at Chingaso. Her raptor starts
growling as she senses her master's displeasure. Her voice has a
hard edge to it as she speaks to Chingaso, "I am of Revantusk,
Chingaso, know this and know this well. Don't betray us."

[Pincus]

"Such strong words from someone of your stature, troll," Pincus
said as he walked through the door with Wraafenn behind him.

"Chingaso has proven his worth to me, personally. You, however,
have only proven to me you are a slave to your own delusions,
worse than the mages of Dalaran." Pincus said in a sharper,
sterner tone as Wraafenn's tentacles swayed toward the raptor.

"Of course, if Chingaso is hiding something of importance from
me...the penalty would be...most unpleasant." Pincus stated, as
Wraafenn bared its teeth in the orc's direction.

[Chaindog]

The stench of undead is almost overwhelming. She raises a hand to
her face to stiffle the assault on her nose. She spins away from
Pincus leading with her back as to keep him in front of her at
all times.

She glares at Pincus.

[Syreena]

Hearing Chingaso's voice, Syreena walks towards the sound with a
snowball ready in her hand as she enters the room. Just as she is
about to throw it, however, she notices Pincus there not looking
too happy (not that he ever did). She quickly puts her hands
behind her back to hide her snowball and then offers a bow,
wondering what she walked in on.

[Sammuel]

Sammuel draws the whetstone along his blade, the blood running
down his armor like little rivers to pool at his feel. Hearing
the grating sound of the warlocks voice, he glances in the
direction of the commotion.

*muttering under his breath* "... fools... should be using their
strength on the scum than against each other..."

Picking a piece of unrecognizable meat off of his armor, he pops
it into his mouth and goes back to his work.

[Chingaso]

Chingaso beset on all side. Pincus defend Chingaso, but act like
suspect as well.

Chingaso pull letter from shirt. "This what troll smell. Some elf
drop through door while Chingaso in room alone. Chingaso think to
destroy and not bother other Grim. No intent of deceive, just try
not cause problem.

Chingaso walk to hearth and toss letter on fire. Letter go up in
flash.

Now perhaps no one know.

[Chaindog]

Chaindog raises an eye brow as the letter is destroyed. She then
walks out the door not sparing anyone so much as a glance.

She goes to where the tracks are around the side of the hall. She
takes a second or two to study them in detail and then stands.
She stares down at the tracks then back to the door. She sighs
and then destroys all trace of the elven tracks. She then heads
out of Orgimmar weary and tired.

[Ashagga]

From a spot in the shadows, Ashagga watches it all. As Chingaso
leaves, she hurries to catch up, putting her hand on his
shoulder.

"It's all right, Chingaso... whatever it is. Don' let Chaindog
get yer down. I trust yer, an' so does the rest o' the Grim!"

With a smile, she turns, letting her newly adopted big brother
resume his departure. "You ever need 'elp wif anyfing, you let me
know, right? Anyfing at all."

[Keeper Of Lore]

[Chaindog]

After leaving the guild hall, Chaindog begins to hunt.

First, she needs something strictly night elven. Her hand idly
reaches up to her hair as she gentle caresses a feather she has
tied there. She's been collecting feathers her whole life
starting with a gryphon feather near her home in Revantusk. She
has heard rumors of the Strigid owls in Darnassus. Their feathers
are unique to them.

Chaindog heads for the birdie master in Orgrimmar and gets a
flight to Valormor Post in Felwood. The flight is short. She
heads down to the falls and takes a look. It's a long way down.
"No guts, no glory." she says as takes a few steps back, and then
runs at it. Her dive is long and graceful. THe splash is small.
The continues as she makes her down to the forest floor of
Darkshore.

She summons her mount and heads for Auberdine. She crests a hill
near the town and waits patiently as she gazes out to the docks
for the arrival of the ship. Upon seeing it on the horizon she
steels herself and spurs her mount into action. The ride through
AUberdine of sheer chaos. No one really notices her as she clears
the rise and heads to the inn. That changes though as she bursts
throught the door way, makes a sharp turn up the ramp, and runs
down the innkeeper. Papers go flying everywhich way, the poor elf
morning the loss of his beloved wife finds himself in the drink
as her raptor should checks him off the dock.

By now, most of the guards are in full pursuit, as she makes the
last turn down the docks. She sees the ship start to move and
angles for the last possible area on the docks. As she reaches
it, her mount jumps and lands on the deck leaving the guards
behind. She notices a small elf standing there beside her. He's
staring at her in shock. She looks down from her 7 foot height to
the elf and makes two gestures. The first, is that of pointing
off the ship. The second is a finger dragged across her throat.
The elf opts for the first choice and jumps off the ship.

The ship is fast and her arrival is unexpected but she knows that
won't last for long. She scouts from the dock. She sees no city
though. Unsure of what to do she watches an elf pop out of some
glowing field under a tree. Since there is nowhere else to go she
rides down the dock and runs straight for the glowing thing under
the tree. The trip through was instant and unexpected. Without
breaking a step she heads for the outskirts of the city. The time
for causing mayhem is over and more subtlety is needed.

Making her way around to the north she finds little to none in
the way of guards. She then skirts the guards at the entryway and
out into Teldrassil. The road is clear mostly to the Dolanaar
with the exception of the 3 guards on cats. Finding the owls is
easy. Thery're everywhere. She spends a little time hunting them
and then choosing the best feather. A Strigid Owl Feather. That
will do nicely for what she needs. She ties the feather into her
hair to join her collection.

As she's about to hearth to Orgrimmar, but she smells something
foul in the air. She stops and looks around. She can't believe
her eyes. A demon. Albeit a weak one she stares at it. Then to
her horror, a night elf walks up to it. The two start talking.
Chaindog can't understand what they're saying but pays attention
anyway. Soon the elf heads off and she follows the elf. The
starts gathering a few things, something from an owl, a panther,
and spider. The elf runs back and the demon rewards the elf! The
elves have demon masters? What the?

With that little bit of excitement over, she hearths to
Orgrimmar. She smells alcohol immediately upon arrival. A troll
near her laughs, points at her and says, "ha ha, feathers!"

Chaindog's hand tightens into a first and she punches him in the
face. THe punch lands just to the right of his nose from her
perspective. The left knuckle crushes the side of his nose. Blood
explodes as a cracking sound is made. The right knuckle slams
into the soft tender part of his face known as the eyeball. It
makes a sinking feeling in his skull as the eyeball is violently
shoved backward. The troll's head snaps backward as blood is
upwards into the air and hits a support strut made of lumber.
There's another cracking sound as either the skull or the lumber
splits. The troll slumps to the floor.

An orc standing nearby says, "Oh no! Me thinks you killed him!"

"So?" comes the reply from Chaindog.

She turns and walks out of the inn and summons her mount. She
exits the city and catches a ride to Grom'gol. Then to Stonard.
She wanders outside of the walls to the Stonard Cartographer.

"Greetings" she says quietly. She knows him and he doesn't like
to be startled.

He looks up from his current peice of work and says, "Ah!
Chaindog, one of my favorite explorers. What brings you by lass?
I didn't ask for you I don't think. Maybe I did. Or didn't I?"

"Nay my friend, I come of my reasons. I have need of your skill
with a quill. I need something drawn. Do you have time for my
request?"

"Aye I might." says the cartographer. "You have payment?"

Chaindog reaches into her pack and pulls out a pouch and hand it
to him. "Gnome giblets, fresh from the battlefield this morning."

"Ah, most excellent." He reaches in and pulls one out. Holding
between a finger and a thumb he gently squeezes it for
tenderness. "Oh, very excellent indeed." He then delicately
sticks it on tongue and slides it into his mouth.

Chaindog's stomach get queezy and she turns her head away from
the sight.

"So wut iss it you need dun." he says with food still in his
mouth.

"I need this," as she pulls the Strigid Owl Feather from her
hair, "drawn on a sheet of parchment along with the symbol of the
Grim. I need three of them done please."

"Three? Hey, I heard about this goblin in Gadgetzan that has a
device that makes copies. I could make you one and you could get
the copies made there." says the orc.

"I trust goblins like I trust gnomes. Kickable." says Chaindog.

"I tried those ones." he says as he gestures at the bag. "Not
even close in flavour."

Chaindog is obviously revolted, "Oh my word, I didn't need to
know that!"

The cartographer's face screws up and he pokes himself in the
belly rather hard. A roaring belch urupts from him. "Tastes
great, but oh the gas." says the orc as his face returns to
normal.

Chaindog's hand immediately goes to her nose. Most foul.

"I need three sheets of fine parchment. You can get those from
the summoners near Dalaran. You know, the big glowing pink thing?
Wait a minute, what I am telling you for? You've been almost
everywhere now. Go get them." says the orc cartographer as he
gets backto work.

The flight to Tarren Mill was a long journey, but peaceful. After
killing some summoners for a while, Chaindog mutters to herself.
"Hmm, no parchment, it shouldn't be that rare. I do have a hand
full of these odd coins though." She notices a chest nearby. "You
don't suppose?" and she opens the chest with the odd coin. Inside
she finds a sheet of fine parchment. "A little more clarification
would of have been just dandy you know." She says to no one in
particular.

After flying back to Stonard and getting the parchment to the
Cartographer, Chaindog gets some long needed sleep. The next day
she gathers her newly crafted sheets of parchment from the
cartographer and flies to Booty Bay.

As soon as the birdie hits the ground, she rolls to the wall
behind the flight master just as an arrow misses her. "Bloody
snipers." she says with disgust. "It's no wonder we're at war,
the dishonourable assholes can't keep their word or the peace."
She sees the goblin guard just standing there and yells at it.
"You're fucking useless you gnome cousin!!"

Chaindog runs for the bank and jumps off the platform, lands on
the roof, and slides off behind some crates. A few more arrows
and this time a bullet narrowly miss her. She gazes up at the
bullet hole in the wall of the bank. "At least you can hit the
barn!" she yells. She reaches over and tacks a parchment to the
bulletin board next to the bank. Chaindog hearths out to
Orgrimmar.

Her flight takes her to Everlook. A more peaceful place, she has
no problem getting this parchment up here. The next flight is
extremely long and Chaindog is bordering on saddlesore when she
arrives.

Upon arriving at the flight master in Gadgetzan, habit has her
chucking a flare over her shoulder upon arrival. She hears a bonk
and an "ow" from behind. She spins on reflex and immediately wing
clip him. The flare hit right in the head. She snaps out a kick
to the side of his knee and it bends inward and sideways. There's
a popping sound, some ripping and tearing of ligaments and
tendons. The human rogue lets out a soundless scream.

Chaindog grabs him, throws him face down in the sand and then
straddles his back and pins his head into the sand with her
hands. The human, already out of air from his scream struggles
but can't get her off. His lungs betray him and he starts to
choke, then breathes in sand. He goes into convulsions and dies a
pain, but sandy, death. "Honourless asshole." Chaindog says as
she gets up. She sees a gnome mage nearby who just watched the
whole thing. Chaindog makes a threatening gesture and the gnome
fumbles his port spell but gets it the second time.

She sneaks up to the entrance way of Gadgetzan and takes a peek
at the roof of the inn. To her surprise, there's a tauren warrior
on the roof and a dead gnome in robes at his feet. "Heh, I'm
guessing mage, and that's what happens when the mage has no room
to run." she laughs as she walks into town. She walks to inn and
looks up at the tauren. He's seething with rage. Chaindog mutters
"I guess the warrior got sick of getting shot at." She throws a
salute at the tauren who pays her no heed as he glares at the
corpse of the gnome daring it to come back to life.

Chaindog tacks the parchment to the wall of the inn and heads
inside for a rest. She seats herself in a chair against a wall.
She doens't know who or what delivered the letter to Chingaso,
but maybe the elf will put two and two together and note that the
parchment with the Grim symbol and the drawing of the Strigid Owl
Feather match the feather that Chaindog is obvisouly wearing in
her hair.

[Keeper Of Lore]

[Lelenia]

Slender fingers run along the parchment tacked on the board in
Gadgetzan. A few days since it had been posted, she though,
judging by the wear on the paper in the desert sun. Any
half-blind elf could identify the feather drawn carefuly on the
sheaf, and next to it, the guild symbol of the Grim was obvious
enough to any.

"What in Eliestre's name?" she whispered, rubbing her face down.
Most would look at this message as just another attempt, maybe a
signal for the Grim to attack Darnassus...but with the time
passing since the post, and no such report of an attack, that was
far from efficient. No, either the Grim had a new edict against
Striged Owls, or someone in the Grim was trying to contact an
elf...seeing as very few even attempt to contact the guild of
slaughter and death, she was most likely the one they wanted to
talk to.

Deftly, she took down the sheaf, the tack making a small rip at
the top, and went into the goblin-run tavern. Ordering a drink,
she fished around in her pack, pulling out the small travel kit
she carried. That half smile flits across her lips.

"Well, being a co-founder in a guild of lorekeepers has *some*
benifit" she mutters to nobody.

Popping the lid off the firm tube, she pulls out a well-used
quill and a bottle half-full of ink, setting them down on the
table. Studying the message again, she takes a sip of Morning
Glory Dew, pondering how best to transmit her message without
using words. Tired, she leans down, laying her forhead on the
sheaf, eyes closed for a brief rest from the brightness of the
dunes.

Sitting up again, her eyes open, one hand reaching out to pick up
the quill. Looking at the page, she notices some of the ink had
become smudged...then curses quietly as she rubs the ink off her
forhead. "Damnable sun, can't get away from the heat. Stink of
sweat for a week after this"

Dipping her quill, she deftly draws the symbol of Mythos
overlaying the owl feather, figuring that would communicate both
what group the elf belonged to, and that the message had been
recieved. Beneath that, she scrawled some runes that she knew all
too well, crawling up the sides of the monolithic spires of
Silithus at the north-west Twilight camp. Rubbing her eyes for a
moment, she dips the quill again, then moves off to the right of
the runes, painstakingly sketching a calendar for the next two
months, putting small open circles on the days she was certain
that the dunes would be her home. With the work in her guild
lately, those were few and far between...but still at least once
on each cycle.

Wiping her pen off on a small cloth, she puts away the traveling
kit, swallows down the rest of her drink, and tosses a few coins
on the table. Back out into the blazing sun, blowing softly on
the ink to try and make it dry faster, she pauses, face still
inches from the surface, and laughs again. One would think that,
in a dessert, the ink would dry fast enough on it's own.

Shaking her head, she laughs again. "Hells, the blowing sand will
even blot it for me."

Pulling the tack out of the board, she pins the modified note up,
holding onto it firmly a moment more, observing her handywork.
Shrugging, she walks off to the flight master. Apparently they
needed her in the Spire again, and her key she had made. Behind
her, the note blows softly in the wind, her palmprint drying
quickly in the sun.

[Chingaso]

Chingaso ride to Everlook. Small dragon in spire of Blackrock ask
Chingaso bring scale back to matron. Chingaso know dragons will
try to protect matron even though Chingaso mean no harm, so
Chingaso mental prepare for battle. Arrive in Everlook, Chingaso
check message boards for anything of interest. What Chingaso see
leave genuinely puzzle.

Parchment with drawing of feather, feather of elf owl Chingaso
think, with Grim seal. "What this mean?" Chingaso think to self.
Chingaso look around for goblin to threaten into tell who put
note, but no goblin near. So Chingaso wonder...

Maybe Chingaso ask Pincus or other Irredeemable about note...

[Chaindog]

After a long day of fighting in Feralas, Chaindog arrives in
Gadgetzan to check on the note she left posted. It had been
untouched for days. But today was different, there was some kind
of drawing on it. Chaindog looked around to see if anyone was
watching and didn't see anyone paying particular attention her as
she neared the note. She took it down and looked closer at it.
Not recognizing the drawing she instead sniffed it.

"Whoa, that's strong." She comments to no one in particular. She
sniffs it again, memorizing the scent for recognition later.
"Yeah, that's her alright." She folds the note away and turns to
leave. "Need to get the others." She heads for the flight master
and catches a flight to Ratchet. Her arrival in Booty Bay is
unusual as she is unacosted this time. She snatches the
parchment, notices nothing different of it, and hearths to
Orgrimmar. She then flies to Everlook.

Upon landing she notices Chingaso on track and immediately uses
aspect of the beast to hide her. She sneaks to an archway leading
into Everlook and spies Chingaso at the board where her note is.
"Shit." she mutters. She turns and sprints to the flightmaster
and catches a ride to Thunderbluff. She decides to leave aspect
of beast on her from now on.

Once she arrives in Thunderluff she seeks out Sage Truthseeker.
"Greetings Sage." she says as she nears him.

"Ah, I have been expecting you child." Truthseeker says. He is
currently mixing some herbs together and stops. He places the
mixture on a shelf and turns to look upon her. "I may be no
hunter, but I know Aspect of the Beast when I see it. You are in
Thunderbluff child. There are no enemies here. So I don't know if
I should insulted or worried. What brings you here child?"

Chaindog checks over her shoulder and then steps in close to
Truthseeker. "I need to know who these people are." She shows the
parchment and points to the symbol on the feather.

"I recognise the cartographer's work, but this I do not." He
gazes closer at it. "Precise strokes, lightly touched, and
the..." he stops suddenly. He peers at Chaindog. "This is night
elf work troll." He says with warning in his voice. "It's of the
Mythos Guild. These runes, hmm, they are of Silithis, and this,"
pointing to some scribbles, "appears to be a calendar of some
sort."

"Silithis?" questions Chaindog. "Isn't Cenarion Hold there?"

"Aye child it is. Cenarion Hold is populated both by Horde and
the Alliance."

"Is it as bad as Gadgetzan?" asks Chaindog. She's only been there
once and knows little to nothing of it's activities.

"Nay child, it isn't. Though you should still be careful. If you
get too far from the guards, you'll be vulnerable." advises Sage
Truthseeker.

With that, Chaindog quickly and quietly heads for the Flight
Master. She catchs a flight to Cenarion Hold. In flight she makes
sure her Strigid Owl's Feather is prominently displayed.

She then arrives in Cenarion Hold.

[Chingaso]

While Chingaso look at strange note in Everlook, notice out of
corner of eye entity appear then disappear on track. "Aspect of
Beast," think Chingaso. "Who hide from Chingaso?" Chingaso take
note from board and head back to Orgrimmar to ask Irredeemables
at guild hall if know of note.

[Lelenia]

Her lean frame sank gratefully down onto a hard bench outside the
inn at Cenarion Hold. Almost three straight days of striking down
the Twilight Cultists at the north-west camp since she had
modified that note in Gadgetzan. Three days of sweltering sun,
blowing sand, and smoldering corpses. Smiling softly, she
chuckles at the thought of the Grim being proud of such work. On
the bench next to her sat the proof of her work, a veritable
mountain of twilight texts, translated by the hermit down south.
Most of it was worthless propoganda, but some actually held
wisdom in the words. Sighing, she takes the first sheaf off the
top of the stack, her eyes starting to scan.

Thumbing through the papers, she thinks of the last few days.
Many alliance she had run into, and many horde. The former she
helped when they were polite, the later she aided if they were in
trouble...sometimes they were grateful, sometimes not. A few of
those joined the cultists, decaying upon the hot sands. Always
she checked each member of the Horde carefully. She watched first
for the insignia of the Grim. On the rare few she saw, her eyes
then checked for the feather. On the armor, tied to the belt,
braided into hair, anywhere such a thing could be displayed...to
no avail. Those three days had been good for hunting, but not for
finding. Tired, her rations almost exhausted, and her muscles
sore, she had given the hermit her spoils, then gone back to the
Hold, and waited.

Here she waited still, glancing up the small slope toward the
Horde's wyvern master each time she heard the beating of leather
wings. True, the one that was searching for her might have a
hearthstone keyed to Silithus, but for now she watched the most
common entry point. Shaking her head at the tenth sheaf talking
about the "new allies", she tosses that into the fire next to
her, and picks up the next page...waiting...watching...

[Keeper Of Lore]

[Chaindog]

A pair of raptors ride into town. One, a mount, the other, a pet.
Chaindog dismounts from her raptor and ties it to the tether rail
outside the inn. Her mount looks around and spots some dwarf's
mount also tethered nearby. The sheep's eyes widen and fear sets
in. Her mount starts to drool and a rumbling sound can be heard
from it's belly.

Another long day of searching and no elf. By now she's convinced
it's either a druid or a rogue. Any hunter's track hidden is poor
at best.

Gutwrench, Chaindog's pet raptor, seems to have enjoyed the day
in the hot sun. It snuggles in close to Chaindog's waist and
emits a low rumble of appreciation.

Chaindog suddenly smells a scent she's long been hunting and
spins to see a nightelf sitting on a bench working on something.
She sniffs the air. The scent is strong. She then notices the
Mythos symbol on her tabard.

She quickly looks around to see if any other horde or alliance
are around. The problem is that they are everywhere here.

She moves near the elf and sits beside her on the bench.
Subtlely, she plays with the feather. She then tries to make
direct eye contact with the elf.

[Lelenia]

Fully half the original stack of papers had been steadily fed
into the fire, one after another. On her lap she had set up a
clean one, using her travel kit to write down notes when anything
interesting came up, but so far that had only provided a
half-sheet of useful information.

Sitting up straight, her back cracks, working out the kinks from
hunching over her work so long. Almost five minutes ago, a troll
had sat down on the other end of the bench...but Lelenia was
busy, and kept at her self-appointed task. Now she took note of
the newcomer. Firstly, the tabbard, marking her as Grim. That, in
and of itself, makes her elfin lips curl in a smile. Next, she
notes the raptor nearby, and the well-worn, yet quiet, gear that
marked the troll as a hunter. The amount of sand caked in the
creases also tells of time in Silithus. Then her eyes note the
feather, and one brow lifts, easily recognizing it as the same
that was on the note in Gadgetzan.

Meeting the troll's gaze, she nods slightly, then goes about
putting away her travel kit, using a length of slender rope to
bind the remaining papers in one neat bundle before putting it
into one of her many bags. Laughing a bit, since most would see
Mooncloth bags as a waste of resources, but the extra room was
well-used in her travels.

Strapping her bags on again, she looks at the troll, then up at
the top of the lookout tower in the hold. Looking back at the
troll, she stands up, and starts walking up the hill toward the
tower, which she knows only holds a single guard at the top.

[Chaindog]

After watching the elf wander up into the guard tower, Chaindog
heads into the inn and orders a drink. She takes a seat on a
stool at the bar and takes a few minutes to enjoy her drink.

She then heads outside and up to the tower with Gutwrench in tow.

[Lelenia]

Halfway up the tower, she sits on the winding ramp. From here,
the curve above hides her from the top, and the floor below
shields her from the bottom. Quiet, secluded...but still with an
easy exit, should it come to that. She leans her head back
against the warm stone behind her, wondering how long it takes a
troll to walk fifty yards...maybe this one has a limp that makes
slopes difficult?

As she's about to go check, she hears the raptor's claws clicking
inside the tower...

[Chaindog]

As Chaindog enters the tower, she motions for Gutwrench to guard
to the entranceway and Gutwrench all but flops down on the ground
and rolls into the sunlight to bask in it.

Chaindog looks down at Gutwrench and mutters, "Some guard raptor
you are, you big suck up."

She then walks up the ramp a ways to see the night elf sitting on
it. Before speaking, she slowly and gently pulls a flare from her
belt, ignites it and tosses below to the floor. Then she takes
another, ignites it, and tosses up the tower to a ledge up above.
She waits a seconds for the flares to go out and is convinced
there are no others around. She then approaches the night elf
cautiously and speaks a single name.

"Chingaso."

[Lelenia]

She watches the paranoia of the hunter, keeping herself from
smiling a little. The raptor wasn't there, telling her it was
probably down below, being a guard. Ah well, if she had to get
out, she could still manage it.

"Chingaso"

The name makes her look up suddenly, meeting the troll's gaze
again, then nod slowly. Quietly, she whispers "Chingaso, Grim"

Frowning a little, she pulls out her travel kit again, along with
a few sheafs of clean paper, setting them on the floor in front
of her, then gestures to the open spot on the other side for the
troll to sit. Smiling a little, she places her hand on her chest.

"Lelenia, Mythos"

[Chaindog]

She notices the elf gesture to herself and name herself and a
then gesture to sit. So she takes a seat and points a thumb to
herself and says, "Chaindog, Grim."

Her eyes search the night elf. She glances at the sheets of paper
and wonders what the elf is going to do.

[Lelenia]

Chewing on her lip a little, she thinks of how to transmit her
question. She settles on one that's hopefully easy to translate
with drawings. Dabbing her quill, she quickly sketches the owl
feather in Chaindog's hair, overlain with the symbol of Mythos.
Under that, a quick question mark, then turns the paper toward
Chaindog, replacing the quill in the inkpot.

[Chaindog]

Her eyes light up, she grins at the elf, and she delicately takes
the quill.

She points to her nose then to Lelenia. She then draws a skeletal
foot.

Chaindog points at her nose while she sniffs the air and points
again at Lelenia. She shrugs then and draws a head with long ears
on it. Then a double arrow between the foot and the head. She
marks a few small question marks around both the skeletal foot
and the head.

Then she draws another skeletal foot. Then a pair of elven feet
but further apart in stride than the skeletal feet and notes the
distance between them with arrows.

She then draws a short but broad arrow to an empty space of
paper. The new drawing consists of a doorway and a drawing of the
folds of a letter. Then draws a head with a set of fangs on it.
She points at it on the sheet and says, "Chingaso" She then
points at her nose again and sniffs, then at the letter and
sniffs again, then at Chingaso and sniffs again.

Another short but broad arrow later. Her facial expression then
turns into a sneer and she growls a little as she draws a skull.
She stares at the skull and then draws a stick body on it. She
looks at Lelenia, points at the skull and then hisses at the
skull showing her loathing.

Next to the skull she draws some daggers pointing to a another
head, this time with a feather. She points to herself and then
draws an 'X' across the mouth of her own picture.

After another arrow, she draws a head with fangs, the letter, and
an 'X' with wavey lines above it. After that, she puts the quill
down and points to the elven tracks and then stands in front
Lelenia and brushes her foot across the ground destroying the
tracks she made in the dust while walking up the ramp.

She sits down again and points at the skull and hisses again.

She takes the quill again and on an empty area of the sheet, she
draws a head with fangs and head with long ears. Then a few
question marks around them and returns the quill to the ink
bottle. She then points at Lelenia and then to the head with ears
and shrugs.

[Lelenia]

She blinks a bit, watching the rather complicated set of
drawings, then pauses, analyzing the way they were put down.

Picking up the quill, she points to the arrow between the
skeletal foot and the elven head. Under the arrow, a semi-perfect
circle with a spiraling pattern inside, small lines of power
radiating outward. Under the head, an open eye, under the foot, a
closed eye.

Looking at the next set, the feet, her eyebrows raise a bit.

"In Elistre's name, you noticed by my scent in the air and the
distance between the paces? Impressive, to say the least."

The next one makes her blush slightly, and she sketches an elven
face overlaying the note. She points at the note, then herself,
nodding slightly.

After that, she has to puzzle over the next sketch. It depicted
an undead that Chaindog had some falling out with, and caused her
to be silent...most likely about the note, hence her attempt at
contact.

The next one, picture with note and symbols, probably conveys
curiosity...if it were hatred, the hunter would most likely have
attacked when she figured out that Lelenia was the elf she was
looking for. That, in and of itself, was half the reason she was
staying here. The fact that Chaindog had also destroyed her
tracks, and with it, the little evidence outside the note Lelenia
had been in Ogrimaar that day, furthered the curiosity as to
*why*.

Frowning a little, she picked up the quill again, and slides the
now-crowded sheet aside, sprinkling a little dust on the wet ink
out of habit. On the next clean one, she copies the fanged face,
and over it, the long-eared one. Chewing on her bottom lip for a
good symbolism, she sketches a pair of wheat plants crossed,
partially covering an open book. Small, neat arrows go from the
eyes of the elf to the covered book, and then from the eyes to
the fanged face.

A wide arrow moves to the next one, again with the elf head over
the orc. On one side of the orc head, a bow and arrow. On the
other, the side of the Grim. Again, small arrows go to the bow,
then to the symbol...then a pair of arrows toward the orc,
slashed through with a bold line.

Another arrow, then she sketches the two heads next to
each-other. Chewing on her lip again, she sketches a flexed arm
over the orc head, then a mug and the letter between the two
heads.

Sighing, she replaces the quill, then sits back, waiting to see
how well the imagery works.

[Keeper Of Lore]

[Chaindog]

Near as she tell from the sketches, some situation arose between
Chingaso and this elf. They seem to have a non-hostile
relationship now because of it. The letter was part of a
delivery, was the mug one as well?

She looks up from the sheet and looks directly into the elf's
eyes. She seems non-hostile, she seems friendly. Maybe she is.

Chaindog only draws one picture. She draws the elf head and the
orc head. The two symbols are touching at the lips. She draws
small arrows pointing to the lips. Then a couple of question
marks near the arrows.

Chaindog turns the sheet around so Lelenia can see it. She looks
at Lelenia to gauge a response.

[Lelenia]

She bites her lip upon seeing the new sketch, keeping back a
laugh as she tilts her head back, thinking for a moment. After a
short pause, she shrugs, then writes down a simple word in
Orcish.

How?

[Chaindog]

Chaindog's chin drops. If it droped any further it would have
dislocated. She had no idea, not a one. It was a method she used
to break down questioning and narrow in on a target she was
after.

How could she explain to this elf that based on Lelenia's
response she would ask another question to eliminate more
possiblities and so on. But now, she can't. This elf has the hots
for Chingaso.

But part of it was Chingaso's responses earlier as well. He was
nervous. If he didn't care about her, he would have exposed the
letter and laughed at it. But he didn't, he hid it from them.

Her face changes again, this time to a smirk, then brings a hand
up to cover her mouth and she can't seem to stiffle a girlish
giggle. Chingaso wasn't betraying the Grim, it was his heart
betraying him.

Chaindog lets out a sigh and then looks at the elf. What word or
phrase can she write that would portray what she wanted to get
across.

She elegantly writes, "I did not know. It was a guess. I thought
Chingaso was betraying the Grim. But it is not true."

[Lelenia]

...she giggled? Horde had done many things when Lelenia tried to
communicate...ignore her, slap at her, try to kill her...but
giggle?

Though...the jaw-drop was rather humerous.

Looking down at the line of text, she frowns a little. Under the
second, eighth, tenth and thirteenth word she drew small question
marks...blast, she had to learn more written languages. Sighing a
bit, she turns the parchment around again.

[Chaindog]

Chaindog scratches out the second word.

She points at the eighth word. She emphasizes her shruging while
she points at the word.

She scratches out the tenth word writes in the eighth word.

As for the 13th word, she points at Lelenia's daggers and then
makes knifing motion and then points at her own back.

[Lelenia]

She blinks again, then nods slowly, taking the quill back to jot
down a few more words.

Chingaso no betray. Lelenia make trouble?

[Chaindog]

Chaindog smiles a smile of mischeiviousness and points at where
she destroyed the tracks. She shakes her head no.

[Lelenia]

She sighs a bit, nodding gratefully, and writes another word.

"Now?"

[Chaindog]

Chaindog draws a letter, and a head with fangs.

[Chingaso]

Chingaso feel rising unease. Feel life not in control, that
things be plan without Chingaso consent.

Chingaso ride to Eastern Plaguelands. Chingaso hear Vilmah there,
think to offer help if Vilmah need. Lately Chingaso find self
spend as much time possible with she-Orcs. Shaggy and Chingaso
becoming like brother and sister.

But still Chingaso think of she-elf. Chingsao visit Silithus
often, but never see. Now Chingaso seem to avoid Silithus, even
though Chingaso have task there to complete.

Chingaso confuse.

[Chaindog]

Chaindog reaches into her pack and pulls out a scroll tube. She
pulls out a long scroll and unrolls it in front of Lelenia. It's
a list of leatherworking patterns by name. She then points to a
few patterns that are marked by an alliance symbol.

She also pulls out an feather and a collar. She places the owl
feather inside the collar and hopes Lelenia will understand.

[Lelenia]

She rubs her face a little, squinting at the list of
leatherworking patterns. Obviously she wanted access to the types
that were only available through the alliance...for those, she
took a clean sheaf, copying down the patterns marked with the
familier shield design. The collar with a feather...was that a
pet's collar.

Sighing a bit, she tucks away the list, then pulls out a small
book from her belt, flipping through, she finds a particular
page, topped with the symbol of the Horde. Turning it to face
Chaindog, it's a list of cooking recepies.

Equivilent exchange...she wanted a bird-like pet. For that, she
dug in her pack, pulling out a small patch of brown scaled skin,
and tucked it into the collar next to the feather.

[Chaindog]

Days have turned into weeks after their encounter. Pets and
recipes and been exchanged and Chaindog hasn't seen Lelenia in a
long time. But now there is a need for Lelenia.

Chaindog arrives in Centarion Hold and posts a note like before.
She heads into the inn for a while. She orders a wyrm steak, and
scorpid scalops and a large glass of ice cold milk. Then takes
her time enjoying her meal as she waits for Lelenia.

[Lelenia]

She stretches, yawning as the kinks of sleeping that night work
their way out. It had been difficult times lately, being left to
shoulder the burden of running the guild on her own...but she'd
like to think progress was being made. As she sits down in front
of her mirror, re-applying her usual makeup, she thinks for
awhile of Chingaso's long silence, Chaindog's recent trade, and
of the renewed fighting in Zul'Gurrub. Blasted Hakkar, only one
left to strike down, and stubbornly refusing to be killed.
Shrugging, she whispers "More than one way to skin a demented
soulflayer."

Strapping on her light armor, she presses her thumb to the
hearthstone's symbol, looking around as her room is bathed in a
soft green light, then vanishes to be replaced by the warm, open
inn of the Cenarian Hold. Closing her eyes, she breaths deeply,
then sighs a bit. Smiling, her eyes open again as she looks
around, calling out "Who ordered the Scorpid? It smells devine."

[Chaindog]

With mouth a gape, she watches as Lelenia literally pops into the
room and breathes in deeply and asks a question. Chaindog
finishes her mouthful of food and says in troll, "Over here." and
gestures to a seat at the table.

[Lelenia]

Laughing softly, that half smile gracing her lips again, she sits
down across from Chaindog, getting not a few odd glances from the
other patrons. Nodding to the troll, she takes out her travel
kit, spreading it out to the side a bit, then sketches two
clocks, one large and one small. Glancing at the still-steaming
bowl of food in front of Chaindog, she taps a finger on the
smaller clock, and draws a question mark.

[Chaindog]

Chaindog looks down at the two circles and having no idea what
they are, she shrugs. She twists in her chair and reaches into
her pack that is hanging off the back of her chair.

She pulls out a little bundle wraped in soft deer hide. She
unfolds the hide and reveals a little box with what looks like a
curved cone sticking out of it. There are stains of blood that
look only partially dried as if the device was recently acquired.

She pulls her leather necklace up and pulls pouch from between
her bosum and empties it out into her palm. It's a little blue
glowing ball.

She then opens a lid on the box and inserts the glowing ball into
a holder in it. She closes the lid and pushes a button. The
little box hums quietly and the glowing light peaks out from the
edges of the little box. She then says, "Can you understand me?"
The box then says something else that Chaindog can't understand
though it sounded as if a goblin was speaking elven.

Her wolf under the table whines and covers her ears.

[Lelenia]

She blinks, looking down at the box that had just spoken to her.
Leaning down, she peers at it, already trying to figure out how
the little device works.

"Yes...though I think it would be best if we did
this...elsewhere..."

Pointedly looking around at the few gaping faces, she picks up
the travel kit, tucks it away, and stands up.

[Chaindog]

Chaindog stands, and gathers her equipment. She tosses the steak
to her wolf who catches it in mid air. She turns off the device,
she picks it up and then pauses. She grabs of the bowl Scorpid
Scalops as well. She nods at Lelenia to lead on.

[Lelenia]

Smiling a bit at the hunter's efficiency, she nods as well, then
heads out of the inn. Looking around, she smiles a bit, then
looks back at Chaindog, pointing out to the east before leaning
in, whispering "Un'Goro".

[Chaindog]

She takes a seat on the bench outside the inn and carefully packs
up the device.

While, her wolf, finishes off the steak and eyes the bowl of
Scorpid Scalops. She waits until Chaindog is focused on her back
and she makes her move.

Chaindog suddenly hears the smacking of chops and turns to see
her wolf gobbling her dinner. "Hey!" she says sharply and her
wolf retreats with a scalop halfway in her mouth. Chaindog stands
and readies her pack. She picks up the bowl, and eats a scalop.
She looks down at her wolf and says, "That's my dinner, you
little gnome lover." She mounts her raptor and continue eat while
waiting for Lelenia.

[Lelenia]

Laughing a little as she watches the interaction, she tightens
down the straps of her many pouches. Sighing a bit, she unties
her tiger from the hitching post and mounts up, riding nimbly to
the eastern gate leading out of Cenarian Hold. Waiting at the top
of the rise, she breathes deep again, feeling at home once more.

[Chaindog]

Chaindog downs the last scalop and tosses the bowl to the tauren
guard nearby and then follows Lelenia.

[Lelenia]

Sighing a little, her ears twitch as Chaindog catches up again.
Curious that a mount wasn't called, she shrugs, lightly nudging
her tiger's flanks, and heads east along the road. Just out of
sigh of the Hold, she turns right, taking a little-used path that
winds away to the south-east.

[Chaindog]

Chaindog summons her mount and catches up.

[Lelenia]

Kicking her mount into a gallop, she takes off down the path,
quickly covering ground before pulling up in front of the ruined
town of Southwind, the blowing sand and drone of the nearby hive
covering them quite nicely. There, she dismounts, and sits
lightly on the shifting dunes.

[Chaindog]

Chaindog follows, dismounts and sits across from the elf and digs
out of her pack a sheet of parchment with some notes on it. She
digs out the device and holds in her hand as she starts to speak.
"Greetings and Salutations Lelenia. It is good we can talk now
without playing games. As fun as it was it gets tiresome. You
have been well I hope?"

[Lelenia]

She smiles a bit, giggling softly before responding.

"Hail and well met, Chaindog. Indeed I have been doing well
lately, if more than a little busy, and the little interaction we
had in the tower was deeply interesting. Shows with a little
thought, we can communicate without anything so intricate as that
little box you hold."

[Chaindog]

Chaindog sits with an air of impatience, as if she wants to get
right down to business, but she steels herself and continues.

"How has your snake been, feeding him well I hope. The owl has
been a great friend though I have had to be careful in who sees
it. Also have the recipes been of use to you?"

[Lelenia]

Tilting her head a bit, she notes Chaindog's fidgeting, but
continues. "Yes, he's stayed well-fed indeed. Most are under the
assumption that I caught him on a trip to Zul'Gurrub, and he
happened to be more docile. The recepies are accurate...but
things like Kodo tail are hard to come by for me. Have the
patterns I found served you well?"

[Chaindog]

"I haven't had time to use them."

She pauses for a second, then continues, "What are you intentions
with Chingaso?! He is my comrade in arms, and I will not see him
harmed!"

[Lelenia]

Blinking, she leans back a little at the sudden outburst from the
box, the small horn on the side visibly shaking with the volume.
Pausing a moment, she considers her "intentions" for Chingaso,
then leans forward a bit once again.

"No need to shout Chaindog, for there is no reason to worry. Long
have I held an interest in Chingy, ever since I saw his postings
on the goblin forums. Very sharp, honorable, and
passionate...traits that I particularly enjoy when engaging
someone, both in battle and in conversation. You yourself show
these traits as well, being able to pick up on my tracks in
Ogrimmar among the rest just from the distance between strides,
informing Chingaso once you cleared them, and persuing me, even
though you didn't have a clue who I was, or what my intentions
were."

Sighing, she shakes her head, then stares off into the distance.

"You find it odd, I am sure, that I look forward to meeting an
orc out here among the dunes...but even though we can't really
talk to each-other, I enjoy Chingaso's company."

Laughing softly, she returns her gaze to the hunter sitting
across from her.

"And now you have the honor of being the first member of the
Horde to tell me to my face that I'm crazy, and have myself
understand every word."

[Chaindog]

"Mmm, not crazy, just... different." Chaindog says slowly. "I am
little different myself. I am educated. I have learned that not
everything appears as it should be. Therefore, I have come at the
request of Chingaso. He has mentioned while adventuring that he
has thought about you. He even mentioned once that he would like
to see you." She peers over her shoulder as if what she is about
to say could be wrong and frowned upon by the Grim.

"I can set up a meeting. I have a friend. She's um, well, as you
put it, crazy. But I have found her payment and she has accepted.
She'll help get Chingaso there. She doesn't want to know anything
more. The location is secure, and away from prying eyes." She
looks at the ground emotions running through her. "I have been
ordered to bring your head to an Irredeemable, one of the Grim's
officers. I won't do that. Chingaso deserves some happiness even
if it's only short term. He has suffered a lot."

She pauses for a second, "I don't know if Chingaso will accept
though, but if I set it up and leave it ready, it may happen
though. Timing may be a problem. I have the resources to make
this happen."

[Lelenia]

Pausing a moment, she digests the words. A meeting? The fact that
the Irredeemables wanted her head was no great suprise...she was
a member of the alliance, and a meddler with their guild. Sighing
softly, she reaches behind her neck, unhooking a fine silver
necklace attached to a locket. Reaching out, she sets it next to
the strange box, whispering.

"With this locket, I accept your offer, and show you proof that I
am different from those that walk among us."

[Keeper Of Lore]

[Chaindog]

Chaindog looks at the locket and then asks softly, "Proof? What
proof?" She tilts her head to the side a little like her wolf
does when he is confused.

[Lelenia]

Smiling a bit sadly, she gestures to the locket.

"My true family...whom I haven't seen in almost thirty years..."

[Chaindog]

Chaindog gently picks it up and opens it to look at. She then
closes it and places it back.

"Interesting, Chingaso lost his family, and you were lost to
yours. Perhaps you have something to talk about after all."

She looks at Lelenia, "What is your family like? Is it the same
as trolls?"

[Lelenia]

Sighing softly, she leans back on her hands, eyes going distant.

"My parents were very caring. Mother taught me the healing ways,
magical and non. My father taught me a few things of his parents,
whom I try not to think of much. I use my knowledge of poisons
and such to make antidotes instead of take lives. He also had...a
gift that he passed on to me. Without prayers, reagents, or even
any training, he had an ability to manipulate heat. They are not
dead that I know of...their lifespan still has another three
hundred years or so, but I still haven't found a way home to
them...and don't know if I ever will. Mythos is the closest I
have now, brothers and sisters. Mostly we're scholars, gathering
information, exploring new areas, mapping out weaknesses of the
Scourge and Burning Legion. Lately we've also linked up with the
Cult of Kerahl to extend our explorations into Molten Core and
Zul'Gurrub...hopefully into Ahn'Quiraj in the near future."

Smiling a little, she returns her gaze to Chaindog.

"But I digress. For me to say if my family is like a trolls', I
must know what yours is like as well."

[Chaindog]

"Trolls have many many many tribes. We are all different in many
ways. I recently found out from a undead rogue that humans have
this thing called 'marriage'. The term is still new to my tongue.
I was raised not knowing about what this marriage is. I don't
think it's a troll tradition. My mother, died giving birth to me.
My father, a legend in his own right. He disappeared before I was
born. His whereabouts are greatly rumored. So I was raised by the
Revantusk tribe of the Hinterlands. I am a forest troll. Not a
desert troll, or jungle troll, or even an ice troll." She paused
to pull bottle of ice cold milk from her pack and takes a long
drink.

"The tribe is all one family. We mate by taking trolls from other
tribes to mate. There are special occasions in the troll calendar
of the Revantusk Tribe that trolls from all tribes as welcome to
visit. It is a time of mating, not a time for hatred. Mating
rituals, naked dancing in front of the great fires and wild
abandonment of clothing occurs." She grins a little, "I am told
my father's choice of mate for that occasion was a great suprise
amongst the tribes. Apparently my mother was determined to have
him, and his lack of participation in the past wasn't going to
deter her. I was told that he bares the scar of her teeth. Or at
least that's how the legend goes."

She looks at Lelenia in the eye, "Are elves like that?"

[Lelenia]

She pulls out a pair of bowls as she responds, the larger one set
in front of her mount, the smaller closer to Chaindog for her
raptor. Out of her pack she pulls some boar meat, placing equally
sized helpings out for the two.

"In all honesty, I know little of how lives were of my parents.
My father was an outcast, leaving the home of his family when he
was just growing into adulthood. Apparently, their entire
existance was full of lies, deciet, and a constant struggle for
power...the Queen liked it that way. My mother has no memory of
her childhood for some reason, and so I know not of her ways. On
top of all that, my father's heritage kept him from going into
just about any other society...humans, and especially dwarves,
would attack him on sight for the color of his skin. So we had a
quiet life, my parents buying a remote cabin in some wooded
lands. The humans in the area tolerated us because we helped
without reward, never attacked anyone...but I doubt any of them
will ever visit the cabin, or stop to aid if the cart breaks
down. I pray that it's getting better for them, but I have no way
of knowing."

She shrugs again, sipping some of the sunfruit juice she keeps
handy before continuing.

"Of the Night Elves, I understand that untill the Third War, the
males were actually in hibernation...mates are chosen for life,
though I know not how or when such a thing occurs, and honestly
have no urge to participate in any ceremony of the kind. The
humans are too narrow-sighted, dwarves only care for mining,
gnomes blow themselves up half the time, and the elves feel like
they're better than everyone else...so I do not see myself
forming a family unit of my own here."

[Chaindog]

Chaindog chuckles to herself softly and says, "Gnomes, yeah, I
was in the gultch yesterday and shot one in the back while he was
making off with the flag. My arcane shot hit him the pack, and he
exploded. My wolf needed a bath after that one."

"Anyway, so what is it you do? You mentioned poisons, and that
you like to cook. What else do you do?"

[Lelenia]

Smiling a little, she makes a note to tell Treesunder to stop
carrying so many explosives.

"Myself? I have mastered the arts of cooking and fishing, as well
as first aid. My skill with a thread and needle are well enough
that I made these robes I wear, and I've also found a knack for
enchanting items. Mostly, though, I put my organizational skills
to work with Silas, or running Mythos. And what of you? A
leatherworker, and most likely a skinner, but that's all I know
of Chaindog of the Grim."

[Chaindog]

"I am a hunter of animals. I collect the abilites of each that I
study. According to lore, I need only one more ability. The
lightning of the Son of Hakkar. I love animals. They are true
friends and never betray you." Chaindog says.

"Yes, I do skin and I craft Dragonscale armour. Though I wear not
a piece of it. I have been working on my fishing and cooking. I
tire of roasted quail, though my wolf will eat every piece of
it."

"Have you any questions?"

[Lelenia]

"Only one...why go through such great lengths to find and talk to
me?"

[Chaindog]

"um", says Chaindog as she looks away for a moment. "As I said
earlier, because Chingaso wanted to see you and, because," she
pauses looking the elf right in the eyes sternly, "You have shown
me proof of friendship, but can you show proof of honour?"

"Are you honourable, are you willing to stand by your honour, put
your honour above that of the war, the alliance and that horde?
Will you help me with a problem that deals with the honour of
people?" She looks searchingly at the elf and wonders if the elf
can truely be trusted.

"The is a matter of honour to settled. And you can help, if I can
trust you."

[Lelenia]

Sighing again, she returns Chaindog's gaze, speaking softly.

"In my view, everything comes in a specific order. Family shall
always be first, in my eyes and in my heart. If anything
threatens those I hold dear to myself, then I will fight for
them, no matter who the oppresor. After family is friends, whom
will recieve the same fierce support from me, unless it goes
against my family. Only after those is country, or alliance...and
if it ever turns against my friends or family, the Abyss can have
the damn Alliance for breakfast. As such, this squabble that most
uphold without having reason is far from the top of my list"

Smiling, she giggles a bit before continuing.

"As for your next question, you are friend, and Chingaso is
family."

[Chaindog]

Chaindog nods at Lelenia. "Then let me tell you this. The Grim,
which includes Chingaso and myself, has been betrayed. You are to
keep this infomation for yourself please. I require subtlety and
observation. We suspect a traitor among the horde. Though we have
no proof of this, the Grim only seems to see the immediate threat
of him and want to execute him."

Chaindog pauses for breath, "I however see the bigger picture. I
want to know who these alliance are. The problem is that I have
no information concerning who this could be. I haven't been
aparty to the betrayals besides his apparent willingness to cause
unneeded grief. The only information I can give you is that the
alliance show up at horde events and ceremonies. I need you as
eyes and ears in the alliance. I am not asking you to betray your
family and friends. I only seek the guild name that is affilated
with this member of the horde. If you hear of any dealings about
alliance to gathering to attack the horde in special occasions,
like ceremonies and the like, I would like to know. Attacking
cities means nothing to me, as that is common to war."

"I ask that you keep your ears open. Any mention of the Grim
would also be appreciated. If you must ask, perhaps feigning
interest in participating may gain us knowledge."

Chaindog looks at Lelenia for a reaction.

[Lelenia]

Closing her eyes for a bit, she runs a hand through her hair,
thinking as she whispers.

"I know Iumlader talks to and works alongside some members of the
Horde, though it's a mutual aid system, most often against the
Crusade and the Scourge. I remember hearing some time ago about a
wedding in winterspring...but I believe that was an alliance
event the Horde rode down upon..."

Opening her eyes again, she sighs deeply.

"A little more information would go far...tabbard colors,
designs, battle cries...I'll keep my ears to the ground for any
odd "gatherings", and report back any that seem to be against
non-hostile groups. In return, I'd ask that you do the same...it
doesn't happen often, but it does happen both ways."

[Chaindog]

"Agreed"

[Lelenia]

Nodding softly, she gathers up the now-empty bowls, setting them
back in her pack.

"Is there anything else you wish to discuss at this time?"

[Chaindog]

"Not really, you can contact me via goblin mail." Chaindog picks
up the device and just before she turns it off she says, "Just a
word of advice, though you probably already know. Avoid the Grim
if you can. Chingaso and myself excluded maybe, but times are
changing. Take care of your family."

She turns off the device and packs it away. She whistles for her
wolf who wondered off and for her mount. Before she turns away,
she embraces Lelenia in a hug, mounts her raptor and heads off to
Cenarion Hold for a return to the Guild Hall.

[Lelenia]

Stunned, to say the least...that was how she felt. Standing, she
brushes off the sand that had accumulated on her robes, packing
away the last of her belongings. Sighing, Lelenia takes the
reigns of her tiger in hand, then pulls out a small feather.
Holding it up, she gives a flick of her wrist, sending the
feather spinning to the ground. Noting the direction it points
from the dune, she sets off walking into the desert.