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Dun Morogh Breeze by Seagale
Prologue
Gladden and cheer,
No doubt, no fear!
Dare not shed a tear
For trouble is mere
When ye down a pint of beer.
The inn was packed with drunk dwarves, dancing and singing mindlessly. It was as if the inn had banned shoes, and the smell of unwashed dwarven feet was quickly spreading through the air.
Dwarven songs were not her favorite, nor did she enjoy the round of free beer ordered by one of the drunk dwarves, who was going to face a hefty bill the following morning.
In the dark corner, on an old wooden chair, sat Lelyan the gnome. Her dagger always at her waist, her face wrapped in black cloth, she waited for the night to be over. Nay, she waited for many things. None of them had anything to do with the time of day, or where the moon was in the clear sky of Dun Morogh.
She waited for her long lost brother, whom she has not seen since she fled Gnomeregan. She waited for her absent mother, father and uncle. She saw neither, nor heard from any of them.
She dwelled in the shadows of her new home, Ironforge. Hers, and that of many other gnomes now known as the Exiles of Gnomeregan.
Every night she would sit in this inn, listening to the singing of the dwarves and the noise of the auction house ward. This night, however, was different. Putting down her glass of beer, she hurried out of the inn. It seemed like a long walk, but when she finally arrived in Tinker Town, she immediately stole one of the Mechanostriders parked there and drove it towards the gates of Ironforge.
Her light leather armor couldn't keep her warm in this cold winter night, but she didn't seem to care, for much more was at stake. The wind was blowing through her short green hair. She took a thick cloth hat out of her bag and pulled it over her head, so only her eyes were now visible.
She peered into the distance, which was covered with the black of night.
A large figure emerged, accompanied by a smaller one. As they came closer, she noticed it was a night elf mounted on a white nightsaber, closely followed by his pet panther. The elf stopped when he was close enough to speak to the gnome. Wrapped in many layers of cloth and leather to keep the cold away from his body, he said:
"Long time no see, gnome."
"What do you have to tell me?" she hastened him.
"Impatient, are we? I thought you were used to this dreaded cold..." he stalled. "Well, gnomey, I bring bad news. I found your brother, but I'm afraid it is too late for him."
"What is that supposed to mean!"
Terrified, the gnome started to shiver. She removed her mask and asked: "Is he... dead?"