Alright, First post for a small challenge and request from a friend ingame.
The loud sounding of the glass upon the wooden floor broke the odd silence around the room. Lifting her head from the book she had been half stuck in, Annoura glances towards the cloaked figure standing before her. All eyes seemed to bore into the two of them, she could feel it even though she didn't take her own blue eyes from him.
"I said you were going to die soon." The figure said again, his calm posture threatening to tear her resolve apart. How could he be so calm about what he had just said, let alone at how he had captured the entire room's attention. She gave him a glare, eyes looking to his face now for any useful hint at who he was.
"Everyone dies after a fashion.. Some earlier then most. What makes my own death so important to you?" She took a deep breath and calmed herself, leaning back into the chair now. Her unnatural gray locks falling from her shoulders and down her sides. She waited for his answer, receiving none as he gave a short laugh. His hands adjusting the cloak around him, pulling it off and draping it over his thin bony arms.
"Because Lady Annoura.. You delve to deep within the magic around us. It corrupts your soul more then others." His hand lifts up and points at her graying hair then to her own frail body. "Your body already shows wear from using so much of the arcane. It won't be soon before your faints will turn to your death."
She gave a small smile and couldn't hold it any longer. Her sudden outburst of a laugh causing brows to raise and the man to take a step back. His hand reaching for an object on his side that was now hidden behind the draped cloak. Her blue eyes darted to his hand, the laughing stopping just as sudden as it had occurred. Grabbing the staff at her side quickly, making the man's already wary form take another step in retreat. She just smiles and moves it close, pushing herself up with it and to look into the man's sunken eyes.
"I may die soon, I may not." She shrugs before gathering her own cloak around her frail body, already feeling the warmth from the chair leave her. "Though, Rest assured my good Sir." She smirks and eyes him again. "As long as I am needed, I will not part from this world." The sound of his cough, sounding as if he was mocking her statement was just what she needed. She smiles one more and moves past him, ignoring each of the eyes leaving her own and the mouths quickly pretending they weren't listening.
Annoura didn't care whether they eavesdropped on their small conversation. She didn't even care for the fact people knew she was in a weakened state anymore. She shuddered slightly before turning back to the man, eyeing him once more before nodding. As for who he was, he wasn't a threat. At least not to her for the time being, though she was slightly annoyed he had ruined her calming tea time. Oh well.. She had a meeting to attend anyway. She pushed through the door to the inn and walked back into the streets of Dalaran, pulling her cloak as close to her as possible. Her eyes darting to the fallen citadel of the Lich King then to the Violet Hold. She took a calming deep breath and nodded. "Yes… Still a lot to do before I wither away."
Might bring a little more into both the man and Ann later. Turn it into a few oneshots seperated by other ones and such.