Obviously, (but I'm going to say it anyways) I don't own World of Warcraft. I don't own any of their characters. I don't own any of their zones. But if I keep on wishing, maybe it'll happen!

Alienea sighed and drummed her fingers on the table. "I'm sorry, Mr... Grievous? But I'm not a tank anymore. It wasn't very fun. I heal now." She yawned. "I can still tank, but you'd have to give me a pretty good reason to do so." The night elf priest across from her sighed. He had a bluish-purple skin, and his white hair was tied back behind his head.

"Well, Miss, to tell the truth, no other tank wants to bother with Sholazar. After all, they all say, the Lich King is in Icecrown, not Sholazar." He rolled his eyes shrugged. "There are cultist activities there. They plan to destroy the pillars, from what the wreckage of the Lifeblood Pillar can tell us." He made a sweeping gesture and sighed. "Honestly, Miss. Alienea, when the pillar was broken, scourge came into Sholazar. Obviously, it was connected. So if the other pillars are destroyed, the Frenzyheart and the Oracles will have more to worry about than their war. I figured that as a druid, you would also want to protect nature." He said all this with the air of one who was laying all his cards on the table. Alienea bit her lip and looked down.

"Well... let me think about it. I'll get back to you within a few days." She stood up, and Grievous did the same.

"Thank you, ma'am. I'll look forward to hearing from you." He exited the room, a small private room connected to the rest of the inn. As he walked out, Alienea got up and looked around. She waited a minute before exiting and going up to the bar.

"Honeymint tea, please, Ajay." Ajay Green, innkeeper in the sewers of Dalaran, looked up and nodded as Alienea plunked a gold and a few silver on the bar. He poured her a cup of tea and quickly locked the gold up in his lockbox. "Thanks, honey." She wandered off towards the top, sipping her tea.'This could be interesting... but.. tanking? Getting hit by enemies is not really my idea of fun... Still... Sholazar. I've always wanted to go there.' Alienea sighed and nursed her tea cup, heading slowly in the direction of home. She lived above the herbalists, and the rent wasn't that bad. Suddenly, she tripped. "Gack!" She winced. "Ow..." She felt as though she had gotten several scrapes. A voice answered, in tones of contrition.

"Oh, so sorry Miss!" Alienea dragged herself to her knees, sighing at the spilled tea and looked around, only to see a small gnome with red hair that looked although someone had tried to comb it but done a bad job.

"It's... It's no problem, sir. It happens to me all the time." She smiled shakily and bowed before walking on.

She woke up suddenly, panting, with ears shifted to her cat form, although the rest of her was still a Night Elf. "Just a dream... Just a dream..." She shook her head and got out of bed, walking over to the mirror. She was a deep purple skin color, with dark blue hair held back by a headband. She wasn't that shapely, but she was a woman. As she looked herself over in the mirror, she spotted the cat ears and shifted them back before falling back on the bed. "Just... a dream..." She repeated that a few more times before falling back onto her bed and falling asleep.

Grievous,

I will help you in your Sholazar endeavors. I'll meet you at the Herbalists' Shop on Friday, 11am. Send a letter back if this time is not convenient.

-Alienea

Alienea,

That's fine. Thank you for choosing to help me. I will bring a mage to teleport us around and get us food and water.

-Grievous