Grim Views

Inkeeper Jovia sets down a glass of Pinot Noir before the elf seated at one of her table. Then looked at him speculatively. He did not appear to be in a good mood.
"Still haven't done it, Daviani?"
The elf's scowl lifts from the table, and settles on her. "What?"
"The challange I gave you. The one I said that you couldn't stay concious after allowing three Freezing Vapors of Deadmines to cast Coalesce. You're looking more and more frusterated over an elusive victory, and you would have gloated by now if you've done it. If it's botherings you this much, just forget-"
"NO!" Daviani's fists slam down on the table, narrowly missing his glass of pinot noir, and making Jovia jump at his out burst. He quickly grabs the glass and sips from it to give himself time to compose himself. Then continues as if it did not occur. "The problem I'm finding as having a competent group of people willing to take on this challange with me. I'm find many so call adventurers are not willing to risk potential death for a challange.
And of course there is that annoying Worgen Admiral constantly getting in the way... What I may need is a group consisting of one to occupy that dog, someone capable of mending broken bodies in battle. I myself could draw off these vapors and deal with them til they do their trick... and I may need a ranger, or someone fleet of foot, for I am told that VanCleef girl is still down there, and I would like to get to her quickly after dealing with those vapors. But it's the vapors that's important..."

Inzema stepped from the shadows, seemingly appearing from nothing behind the innkeeper. He caressed her cheek with one gloved hand and cupped her rear with the other before dancing away from her retaliation. He slipped into the shadows again, appearing on the other side of Daviani from her. "Shhhe'sss feisssty, shhhe isss," he hissed to the blood elf before taking a seat in the chair beside the warrior, kicking his booted feet up on the table. From one of the many pockets in his cloak he drew a bottle, popped the cork, bouncing it off the chandelier, and took a long sniff from the neck. "Ah, freshhh Rotgut Ssspesssial. The bessst. Don't get it on your armor, mind you." The undead took a swig from the bottle and grinned, mouth full of teeth filed to points and stained with blood. The dozens of knives hanging from his belt and bandoleers dissuaded Jovia from any reprisals. Inzema's goggles clicked and whirred as several of the devices in the right lens refocused on the blood elf warrior. "I hear you need peoplesss for ssstuffsss. I know peoplesss, they can do ssstuffsss."
Before Daviani had a chance to respond at all, Inzema produced a folder from his cloak. From it he took several pictures. He placed the first on the table, depicting a scrawny undead woman in plate mail. "Ichour, merc of the Blood Moon Risssing. Vanguard, a bit on the quiet ssside, but good. Prolly not up to your tasssk asss shhhe ain't eighty fifth sssircle yet. Sssoon, but not quite." He placed a second picture down, this one depecting a bulky tauren woman with black fur. "Panea, sssunwalker. Bit of a bitch, really. Thinksss the Grimtotem are all high an' mighty. Desssent healer, though. Shhhe could get you through your dealy, if you can put up with her tellin' ya yer shhhit in cow talk." Inzema placed down a third picture, then paused to look at it. The picture was of Inzema, naked from the waist up, his goggles on, with a grin, a bottle in one hand, and remarkably un-decayed and lithe physique. Inzema's face screwed up in confusion for a moment before he swiped the picture back into the folder with a muttered comment of "That wasssn't for you." He looked into the folder again, muttered to himself, then tucked it away. "I'm out of filesss...ssseemsss I lossst one or two...But there'sss me, I'm awesssome. And Q, who'sss bloody handy with a ssspell. Out of the group, Q'sss the ssstrongessst, but I'm the mossst awesssome. You ssset a time we can come, I bet one of usss might." Inzema tapped his forehead as a half-assed salute and disappeared, leaving Daviani to his drink.

Daviani takes another sip of Pinot Noir and ponders the pictures before him. Each of them would be useful.. though for his sainity's sake, he would only call upon one of them. Inzema is an entertaining character, although the rogue can be quite disterbing, a part of him kind of likes him - as much as he would be willing to like anyone, Inzema's bloodlust seems to match his own, though how they go about killing is very diffrent.
Another sip.
This Q Inzema mentioned.. Daviani has met him, and although Q casts power about in an off-hand manner that makes a part of him, that dispicable part that craves the Arcane, stir, Daviani does grudgingly respect Q in the short time he has known him. He has also been quite effective at killing in his own way.
Calling Innkeeper Jovia to refill his glass, Daviani sits and ponders..

Sometime later that evening, two members of the Silvermoon Guard drag a drunk elf out of the Wayfarer's Rest, and roughly dump him into the Bazaar Fountian.

A week later.

Daviani walks back into the Wayfarer's Rest, looking a little rough, and covered in blood, but with a big grin on his face.
"Jovia! Pinot Noir!"
Daviani deposits his gauntlets on the table, and drops into his favourate seat, as the innkeeper walks up, with a resigned look, and a picture of the wine.
As Jovia pours him a glass, Daviani begins "So, I picked up a party to head back into Deadmines, and dispose of that Worgen pest that's been crawling around down there..." He takes a large gulp of wine. "When the fog rolls, which that dog so effectivly hides in." Daviani leans forward, sets down the glass, and spreades his hands out. "So, it was quiet.. and we were all looking at each other, knowing what lurks in the fog, but finding no sign of these Vapors... When suddenly that bastard Admiral Ripsnarl jumps out nowhere, with three, THREE fully grown vapors. Realising that our situation was dire, we all took defensive measures." Daviani rapped his knuckles on his plate clad chest with a smurk. "Those of us wearing well made armour managed to remain on our feet. The rest were thrown clear off the deck." Chuckleing , he takes another gulp, than began swirling what remain in the bottom of the wineglass. "I was a little disorentated after that, and am a little hazy as to what happend, but apparently the dog took the opportunity to run off..." He gestures for more wine.
Jovia came back to the table with another picture, and a small stack of file pictures. "So, I suppose I shant be seeing your friends about here then?" She says with a disgusted look on her face. She drops the pictures on the table. "You left these the last time you were here."
Daviani picks up the pictures. "Oh, I think I will keep them in mind, in case you come up with any other challanges for me..."