Tan fingers wrap around the handle of the beer stein and is steadily picked up by a burly dwarf. Thick beard and mustache part as he puts the stein to his lips and gulps down the thunderbrew. He slams the stein down on the wooden table in the inn and laughs loudly at a joke that was being told. The inn was very busy and loud. It was very crowded. Humans, Dwarves and Night Elfs filled the place to the gills. Most were passed out drunk others were telling stories and jokes with friends. "Ye think thats funny i have a good one about a gnome and some eggs, i heard from a Draenei!" The dwarf begins but before he could finish the joke the inn goes quiet. The Dwarf couldn't see why everyone went quiet. He was too short to see over the humans and Night Elves heads. But whispers could be heard through the crowd about a worgen.
Worgen weren't good for bars. If they got drunk and pissed off, someone was going to 'catch' the curse. They were banned from almost all the bars in azeroth and the ones they weren't banned from they were only allowed weak alcoholic beverages. Most worgens ended up making Worgen only bars so they could get drunk others tried to parade around in their human forms but eventually got discovered because of their Gilnean accent. The crowd parted as the Worgen walked up to the bar and slammed her fist down. "BEER! I WANT SOMETHING STRONG AND IF YOU TRY ANYTHING FUNNY I'LL MAKE YOU SEE STARS YOU GOT IT BUB?!" She barked at the bartender. Scared, the poor human poured her some ogre brew. The Ogres always make the strongest brews. She turned around and faced the crowd. The Dwarf got a good look at her and burst out laughing. "Ye was a minion of the scourge were ye not?" He exclaimed.
The worgen narrowed her eyes and stomped over to the dwarf, "And if i was?" She growled under her breath as she stood over the dwarf trying to intimidate him. "I was as well!" He chimed and held his hand out, "Whillya's the name, Killings my game!" The worgen took a step back and hesitantly took his hand and shook it. "I'm Jastane."
That was 4 years ago today. It was their 4 year anniversary of being together and Whillya decided now was a good time as ever to propose to Jastane. She was sitting next to him on a picnic rug in a flower patch in Elwynn forest. Her long black hair was brushed back and a headband held it in place her skin was a pasty grey but it wasn't very noticeable. Her human form wasn't nearly as pretty as her Worgen form in Whillya's mind. He lightly tapped her arm to get her attention and then got down on knee as best he could, seeing as he was almost as small as a gnome. Jastane smiled and before he could say anything cooed "Of course i'll marry you. I've been waiting for years for you to propose i was so close to proposing to you myself." She kisses his cheek and held her hand out. Blushing bright as a tomato the dwarf put the Glowing taladite ring on her finger and kisses the back of her hand.
"Commander!" A Stormwind guard ran up to the two of them and handed Jastane a scroll. "Urgent news from Draenor! they need you!" he huffed as he doubled over panting. "Thank you good sir. i'll deal with this immediately. uhm...would you like some refreshing spring water?" Jastane questioned as she slowly stood up. The officer shook his head and began walking back to the city. Jastane turned towards Whillya and sighed. "Dear i must depart to draenor. i'll be back very soon." She kissed his forehead and walked over to her Ironbound Protodrake. Within seconds she was already on the saddle and flying off to the portal in the city. Whillya sighed and began cleaning up the picnic.