The ship Therrinan was sailing on came to a halt in Menethil Harbor, and almost leaped off the ship. His hair was short and dark blue. His hair has tied at the back. He checked to make sure he had everything. Sword, shield, pack, he seemed to have everything. He slung his pack over his shoulder and toward the inn.
Upon entering the inn, he approached the bartender.
"What can I do for yeh, laddy?" Asked the dwarven barkeep.
"Dwarven Stout pleases." Therrinan replied quietly. As the barkeep went to the cellar, he sat himself down in one of the chairs. He examined the room, full of dwarves and humans, but dwarves mostly. There were also a couple gnomes scattered throughout the area.
"Here ya go laddy, a Stout," said the barkeep as he approached with the drink.
"Thank you," said Therrinan. He slowly drank his ale. He mentally chuckled to himself. He thought of his sister, Tarania. Her first experience with ale had not been too well, two flasks of port and she collapsed on the floor unconscious. He noticed a dwarf approaching him and snapped back to reality.
"Hella elf, meh name be Falkrist," said the dwarf. Therrinan could tell he was a paladin, the hammer was unmistakable.
"Greetings, my name is Therrinan," Therrinan replied.
"Ya new hea? 'Cause I can show ya around if ya are," Falkrist said.
"That would be kind, I will accept your offer," Therrinan said. Falkrist lead him out of the inn, and they went to the Gryphon master, and they were soon on a ride to Ironforge.
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