"What in the world?" Rudelska woke in her inn room to a party outside of her door. She briefly noted that the sun was just rising, and decided she should probably be up anyway.

She had an audience with the King of Stormwind today.

She didn't have time for luxuries, so she took merely a few minutes to wash up in the shower, brushed out her hair, and make sure her horns were still in tact. Looking closely in the mirror, grazing over the fine features of her light purple skin and slightly neon blue eyes, she contemplated on the long life she has had, and how far she had come.

She was surely a long way from home, never to return to the place. A twinge of sadness hit her before she continued her morning.

Her gear was heavy. The best plate armor you could literally find, and it took her a long time to get a hold of pants went on first, then the boots, then everything else followed in an unorganized fashion. She yawned before the helmet went on, too. She sheathed her axe on her back before exiting the room abruptly, startling the party-goers when she emerged. She smirked as they cleared a path for her.

She turned in her key, as well as the money for the night, before turning to a face-full of gods knows what. She spat and tried to rub it away, but it seemed to absorb itself into her skin. She rubbed her eyes before looking around viciously to find the culprit. It wasn't hard. The drunk fool was doing it to a lot of people. Rudelska puffed her chest out before walking over and swiftly picking him up by his jerkin and looking him in the face.

"Old man," She said in a hushed tone, "What was that you just threw on my face?"

"That was a..." The rest of his sentence became inaudible with drunk slur. Rudelska shook him once, before asking again.

"What?"

"Polymorph. It's a party. Lighten up!" He said. Rudelska stared at the man before releasing her hold on him. He dropped to his feet and stumbled into a barmaid, who whined about it. Rudelska swiftly ran outside and looked into the trow at her reflection. Sure enough, she had been turned into a human woman look-a-like. She patted at her face with a bit of panic. Not only that, but her armor had disguised itself as well. A helmet was now a purple, large rimmed hat; her chest plate a measly black that was low cut and completely obvious; plated legs were now grey pants, and the boots were in the likeness of a pirate, matching the shirt. This. Was. Horrifying.

"No time to go to a mage to get-" Her words hitched as she realized even her voice was different. She hung her head, nearly touching the water that the horse drank from. "Oye Vey..." She turned around and sighed. She'd have to go, looking like this.

Rudelska managed a high pitched whistle to nowhere in the sky. A few seconds later, a serpent descended from the sky, oranges and reds decorating its scales. It was magnificent. Rudelska admired it with a smirk, as she had worked so hard to get its trust... Although, she couldn't say he wasn't ornery. She gave him a few fish while petting his scales before climbing into the seat that was made especially for her.

"To the Stormwind Castle." She said, nodding her head. The dragon looked back at her skeptically. She sighed. "I know. I don't even sound like me. Please, I don't want to talk about it." The dragon shrugged it off before making his way to the castle.

Since Goldshire was not far, it only took a few minutes to get there. She had planned to get her armor looked at before the meeting, but with the polymorph in effect, she could do nothing but wait for the effect to ware off, and hope that it did so quickly. The dragon landed in the courtyard of the keep and began to ascend the stairs. She quickly dreaded staying at that inn as she hopped to the stone. She pat her mount before turning to the hallway that would be her fate, and her mount flew off, almost as if to anticipate the worst. Thanks for the vote of confidence. She thought bitterly.

She took long, but slower strides up the long hallway, and as the guards stared at her with quizzical looks, the only thought she had was: Why do they make all their building with large, anticipating hallways?

"Rudelska, the Twilight Vanquisher..." The announcer started, but trailed off as he saw her. She nodded for him to continue as she approached the king. The announcer cleared his throat. "The Twilight Vanquisher, and Protector of Exodar." She knelt to his majesty, King Wyrnn.

"Rise." He spoke. As she did, he gave her a small smile, and she confirmed his thoughts with a small sigh.

"Forgive my appearance, Your Grace, but I'm here as you have asked. What is it you wish of me?"

"I need some errands ran around my city." He said as he motioned to one of his men. He strode over with a few papers in his hands. "Samuelson will brief you in." She nodded, although skeptical of his intentions. Couldn't he get his guards to do it?

"There's some strange things going on. We've had word about the Twilight invaders being spotted in the city, and we'd like you to check some things out, if you're able." He said. Quickly, she looked over the papers of proof here and there and looked up.

"In Stormwind?" She blinked. "That seems odd."

"Yes, it's quite unnerving to me as well, Rudelska." King Wyrnn nodded.

"Father!" A voice came before she could get another word out. They all blinked towards the voice that had boomed the hall. A striking blonde, young, and determined walked up to the King without hesitation. "What is the meaning of this?" He motioned to two guards running behind him to keep his pace. The King chuckled.

"If you're going on adventures, I need someone to keep an eye on you."

"I am the Prince. I believe I could be very capable of handling myself!" He sighed. "Besides, they literally wont let me go anywhere. I'm having a hard time getting to the Courtyard, let alone anywhere else."

"Your Majesty-" One of the guards protested, but King Wrynn held his hand up and he was silenced.

"Fine. I will make an exception, just this once. We have quite a handy guest in our quarters." He motioned to Rudelska and she blinked, her mouth wide open. The Prince looked over and smiled.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I did not mean to interrupt your audience." She smiled back.

"Actually, it quite works out." The King piped up. Rudelska flicked her eyes to him, dreading the words about to slip from his lips. "During your interrogation, would you mind taking my son along with you?" She took in a long breath and held it before releasing it slowly, and quietly. She smiled.

"If it pleases you, Your Majesty." She responded, nearly through gritted teeth. He smirked slightly.

"It does." He mused. Damnit, Wyrnn... She thought behind that smile she faked so well. She rolled up the scrolls and stuck them in one of various pouches attached to her hip.

"I'll start at the docks then." One of the paper's mentioned something about the workers there knowing a thing or two about the Twilight Invaders. Samuelson nodded and King Wrynn pushed his son towards Rudelska. The boy gave a sneer to his father, but followed as Rudelska strode down the longest hallway in her lifetime.