Introduction
World's End Tavern. A place of the mismatched and those seeking refuge from the savage broken world of Draenor. To be lost in gossip and song of the drunken veterans of war and to be soothed by the sweet voices of the bartending women who called the little hole in Shattrah home. On this cold and rainy day, one did come to seek refuge. Her tattered brown Linen Cloak stuck to her clothes like a second skin, her face covered by the Linen Cloak's large hood. The only things that gave her away to what she was were two long purple ears, one torn nearly in half, and two purple hands, that look like they've seen better days.
She scooted herself onto a bar stool and began to rummage under the cloak for a coin purse she had 'borrowed' from a wealthy noblemen she happened to bump into. The barkeep grunted as he spat into a mug to clean it with a rag. "Never seen ya 'round here before missy.." His tone was neutral, but held a slight tone of acceptance. It wasn't his job to know about everyone's life. But ever so often his curiosity gets the better of him, as such is the way with Humans.
"Just stopping for a rest, possibly a drink?" She laid out a gold piece on the table. The bartender gave a nod. "Looks like ye weltered young Elf. Get ye the 'trongest thing we got..." He snatched up the gold and bit it to make sure it wasn't a fake. She snorted slightly. /Humans. As dumb as a pack of mules./ She thought to herself. She closed her eyes as she lowered her hood, long dark purple unkept hair was tied hastily with a small piece of leather. Her face was very skinny, tired. It looked like she hadn't had a good meal in months.
But her eyes, a pair of beautiful silver eyes that stone as brightly as the moon, seemed content, free... Finally free! She had spent her life dedicated to one person and to his forever imprisonment, away from the world that he vowed to hurt. From the people that he would and the world that seemed to of forgotten...
" 'Eres your drink." She was shaken from her thoughts by the sound of the glass hitting the wood of the bar. She licked her parched lips and picked it up about ready to inhale that sweet smelling Dwarven-made alcohol down her gullet when something inside her made her stop. She closed her eyes and growled a little... She knew she shouldn't be drinking this, but she needed to. She needed to rid herself of the parasite growing inside her.
But... What would Elune think of her if she did that? She had been starving herself for a solid three months since she found out, more out of fear then anything. Now it was to protect the world.... Or so she kept telling herself. She put the glass down and slid it over to a Dwarf who had taken the spot beside her. "On me.." She flashed the Dwarf a smile as he grinned and gave a hearty thanks.
She had to face facts. Two very important facts. The most important is the Betrayer was finally put to his grave. Dead, gone, will never be coming back! And that sounded more pleasing and should be making her squeal and jump up and down like a 100 year old school elf. But now she had a new 'prisoner' to take care of. And it was one she was afraid of releasing into the world. It was one that would spend the next year and a half inside her.
She was pregnant. And it was not of her choice. She knew that the Betrayer was insane and a cruel monster from the depths of Hell, but never in her wild dreams did she ever think he held any type of care or concern for her. When she was captured, along with her Watchers, he made sure to brutally murder each one of her fellow kinsmen, her friends, as she was forced to watch the gore filled scene, being sure to be reminded of every gruesome detail in her cage. Properly named Warden's Cage.