A rogue. She supposes that's a better label than assassin. Still Hoolga bristles at the thought of being labeled with any title. She walks quietly along the stone floor counting the steps from the girls' dorm she shares with a few others she has yet to meet to the stairway. Odd how empty this huge building is, almost eerie in its own forsaking way. The aromas that assault the senses are staggering, so conflicting. She pauses for a moment and cocks her head listening. The faint sounds of hammering comes from somewhere within the building. She looks back towards her room, or more accurately the room she shares, remembering her few possessions are already secure. Sharing a room. That is going to take some getting accustomed to. She's never done that before.

The faint sound beckons again. Curious, she follows the distant almost hollow hammering sound. Reaching the bottom of the steps she pauses. Her eyes scan the empty hallway. The sound stops. Did the person hear her? Not likely yet anything is possible. She waits. The hammer remains silent. Her tongue flicks along her dry lips. Her back is pressed against the cold wall in the only shadow near the corner of the hallway. She waits. Many hours she has had to train to stand this still, still as a shadow, quiet as a breeze. The hours were agony at first. Her legs would cramp, her back would stiffen. Now it is nothing more than an inconvenience.

At long last the hammer continues with a different rhythm than before. Faster pings yet lighter fill her senses. Again she moves silently while her eyes take in her surroundings. The common area is a large room with sofa, desk, chairs, pillows, shelves that lined the walls are filled with books, fire place, rugs and doors leading else where. She pauses along the far wall that faces the hallway she entered from. It's a cozy room despite its current emptiness. She spies maps on the walls, on the shelves and on the desk. Pausing to look at the map on the desk she frowns at the unknown region, unknown to her at least. She peers at the odd names; Argent Vanguard, Mord'rethar, Ymirheim, Aldur'thar… The Shadowvault. She peers closer at the map. Who would name a place Shadowvault? No doubt this is some place without riches. Jotunheim, Corp'rethar, Onslaught Harbor… The Fleshwerks? She shudders at the last name and wrinkles her nose. Who would name a place such a horrid thing and what exactly is a 'Fleshwerk'? The hammer's rhythm changes recapturing Hoolga's attention.

A door stands ajar at this end of the room. It's why she chose this direction first. The hammer is bit louder as she reaches the door. Tilting her head she listens without entering. The hammer grows silent for a pause before starting its light pinging once more.

Hoolga reaches the door and tests it briefly taking advantage of the cover of pinging noise. Silently the door slips open sending an inviting blaze of light and warmth up to greet her. The scent of ore, oils, leathers, flux and sulfur welcome her causing her to grin. She steps on the stairway gingerly making her way down the steps carefully pausing at the sight before her.

A dwarf maiden facing away from her, with two long brown braids down her back works diligently at a rather large anvil with a smallish hammer standing on a box type contraption. Hoolga crouches on the stairs watching quietly not wanting to interrupt the flow of creativity that has entranced the dwarf and her hammer. The maiden pauses in her work, pushing her goggles on the top of her head and holds up the metal she has been working on in order to inspect it. "Evenin', Hoolga."

Her eyebrows rise in surprise. "Evenin', Gunny." Hoolga pushes away from the wall and enters the basement work room. "Ach, I shoulda known… 'ello Softy."

"Y' dinnae think I coulda heard y' m'self wit'out help?" Gunnorda, Monty Ironhame's niece, glances over her shoulder at Hoolga with a knowing grin. The hunter's faithful cat, Softpaw, yawns at her feet.

"I dinnae say tha'… but now tha' y' mention it. Nay, I dinnae think y' could." Hoolga chuckles and winks at Softpaw. The large cat continues to eye her with mild interest.

"So yer all moved in, are ya?"

"I dinnae own much, so it dinnae take t' long." Hoolga peers at the metal in Gunnorda's hand recognizing it as a simple modulator yet expertly fashioned to work smoothly. "Yer good… mine 'ave never come out tha' nicely."

"Do ya tinker around a bit?" Gunnorda steps off her box, moving back to the work bench to set her modulator down carefully. "Tis always nice to 'ave another engineer around."

"Aye, I do actually. I learned a thin' or two back when I 'ad free time durin' training." Hoolga expertly eyes an oddly shaped green uncut gem with an appreciative grin. "I'd been workin' on somethin' tha' I jus' couldna get right… bu' I'm thinkin' tha' with yer help I jus' may get it."

She walks down the stairs. Her plate armored boots making metallic thudding sounds that fall on deaf ears. "Oh! There you are. Listen, Gunn about that…" She tilts her head at the pair of women ignoring her. Softpaw purrs loudly, head butting her causing her to sit down with an ungraceful thud. She laughs and hugs the cat. "At least you're glad to see me." She squeaks.

"Shush!" The two women are still laboring over the workbench.

"What?" She looks at the cat dumbfounded. She points her finger accusingly towards Hoolga. "Did she just shush me?" Softpaw lays her head on her knee in sympathy. She looks back up at the black haired dwarf. Her voice taking on an incredulous tone. "You just shushed me. I can't believe you shushed me. Who are you to shush me?" Her big blue runic eyes grow larger the longer she's ignored.

"Do y' mind waitin' a moment with yer questions?" Gunnorda barely spares a moment acknowledging her presence before returning her attention to the task at hand.

"But Gunn, she shushed me." Her voice is high pitched, reverberating and whining.

"Uh huh, thanks." Gunnorda is already back to work on the project.

Toots pouts yet sits with Softpaw on the hard stone ground of the workshop. Her fingers scratch at Softpaw's ear as she watches the two women work on something… whatever it was, it had better be real important. The moment grows to minutes, Toots' eyes narrow. She harrumphs. Softpaw licks her hand. Toots giggles at the rough sandpaper feel. "Ew." Softpaw knocks her over playfully, her pink pigtails flopping as she wriggles laughing at each nudge of her nose, her whiskers tickling the death knight relentlessly.

"Aha, tha' did it!" The sound of squeaking metallic joints and cogs turning and sputtering fills the room, small sounds of clicking machinery joins in the chorus. "Gunny, yer a genius!"

A harrumph and grumbling catches Hoolga's attention. She jumps in surprise at the death knight on the ground being mauled by Softpaw. Hoolga tilts her head. Toots looks up at her and sticks her tongue out at her. Hoolga's eyes widen in utter surprise. This being her first meeting with a death knight and she isn't exactly what she had expected.

Gunnorda sits her goggles back on her forehead pleased with their results. "Nay, not a genius, bu' I 'ave worked with this sort of…" Her voice trails off as she spots the odd look of fascination, fear and stubbornness on Hoolga's face. "…thing." Gunnorda turns her attention towards the direction Hoolga is staring. "Ach, Toots! When didja get back?"

Toots rolls her eyes. "Foerever ago. I think my bum is numb!" Softpaw snorts and Toots shushes her.

Gunnorda chuckles and points at Hoolga, "This 'ere is Hoolga, a new recruit for th' guild." She then points towards the death knight on the ground with Softpaw. "That be Toots, she's our guild leader."

"Hmm… and you shushed me." Toots peers at Hoolga with mischievous grin.

Hoolga opens her mouth to speak and just as quickly closes it with a snap. Ultimately she shrugs her shoulder. "Aye, so may hap I did, bu' twas not as if y' listened." She peers at the small woman and sighs. "Sorry?"

Toots smirks. "No, you're not."

Hoolga shakes her head. "Nay, yer right. I'm no'."

Toots laughs and stands up. Hands on her hips, her pink pigtails flopping as she moves. "Heh, you'll fit in just fine."

Shadowdelve chuckles at her retelling of her last encounter and shakes his head. "Oy, woman. Y' take too many risks."

Hoolga waves a dismissive hand. "Nonsense. I ge' m' job done. Tha' is wha' is important."

"Aye, tha' is important, bu' yer safe return t' m' is important too." He eyes her reaction. She smiles up at him and chuckles. He kisses her softly and pulls back for a moment. "So tell m', now tha' yer back in Ironforge, settled inta tha' guild…" He nips at her bottom lip. "Wha' is next fer y'?"

Hoolga tilts her head at him and shrugs. "I dinnae, bu' wha' ever i' may be. I can handle it." She whimpers as he kisses her again. "And you, my sex fiend… wha' is next? Now tha' y' 'ave a 'eart, aint no tellin' wha' them nasty thieves will try."

Shadowdelve laughs and holds her close. His voice is thick and full of passion. "I dinnae 'ave a 'eart, y' done stole i' long ago."