Grr my computer hiccupped and I lost my first draft of this. It's been a bugger to re-write as I couldn't quite capture the flavour of what I had originally wrote, but here's some more.. And in answer to a question.. a muse is a mythical creature responsible for inspiration.

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

"Traitor!"

The words echoed about her, harsh and unforgiving as she crossed the square and headed towards the tailors. Ignoring the clamour, she moved between the buildings and walked swiftly towards her destination trying to seem unconcerned. The Kirin Tor would not appreciate her turning their citizens into ash. From her left, sudden movement caught her attention and a rock sailed from the depths of the crowd. It slammed into her upper arm, bruising and numbing the soft flesh. Forgetting her oath to be calm and incandescent with rage, she turned, fingers blazing into firey life as she stared straight at the male blood elf who had thrown the stone.

"You do not want to push me," She hissed, almost smiling at the sudden fear she saw in his eyes. "I could turn you into a pillar of flame faster than you can blink." The crowd about her stepped back, a collective quiet settling over the ugly mass as they watched the flames. Slowly, she stepped forward, almost toying with the elf before her as she flourished her flames towards his face. With a cry of fear he backed off, moving away from the flames in a near panic. On the edge of the crowd, she saw several Kirin Tor guards move out of their patrols, propelled into action by size of the crowd and the magic employed within it. Eager to be free of trouble, the mob began to disperse, running away through the streets until there was only Leanadas and the male blood elf.

"Stop the spell!" The lead guard for the arriving Kirin Tor ordered, lowering his sword and levelling it at her face. Behind him, his two companions readied their weapons and magic, in case the situation grew ugly. Lea took one last menace filled look at the Blood Elf before her and closed her fist, willing the flames away with a thought.

"Now step back!" Compliant and calm, Leanadas stepped away from the man and faced the guard.

"I apologise for threatening to use magic within the city officer," She apologised, noting that the guards relaxed as soon as she dropped the spell. "But he assaulted me and I do not kindly to that," She rolled up her sleeve and revealed the reddening skin. The guard glanced at the bruise and then turned his gaze to the male elf.

"Did you assault her?"

The blood elf swallowed a couple of times before nodding.

"Very well," The guard levelled a stern stare at both of them and spoke. "A fine of ten gold and a warning to both of you." The Blood Elf's mouth dropped open at the fine and he spluttered incoherently. "Any more trouble and it's the dungeons for you both."

"You can't fine me.." The male argued, turning back to the guard and stepping forward in protest. "I was doing a public service, that whore should not be allowed out in public." Leanadas bit back a smile as, looking unimpressed, the guard raised his sword again and levelled it at the man's chest.

"I don't care if you had signed permission from Lor'themar Theron, you do not upset the peace of my city." The man looked down at the sword and swallowed nervously, curtailing his protests as he took in the size of the blade before him. "Now pay up and be on your way."

Leanadas reached into her money pouch and handed over the fine before turning to leave. She could feel the eyes of the blood elf fixed on her back and she looked back at the guard.

"Could I ask you to make sure he does not follow me?" She asked, rubbing her bruised upper arm as she spoke.

The guard looked at her and then back to the other blood elf before glancing at his two companions. After a moment's silent thought, he bowed his head and nodded. "Very well, you leave first and we'll let this one go in five minutes."

"Thank you," Leanadas smiled back at the guard before walking away at a fast pace. It didn't take long for her to cross the district and step through the doors of the nearest seamstress. Breathing a sigh of relief as she finally left the open street and it's scrutiny, she crossed to the counter and the woman stood behind it.

"Can I help you?" The woman asked, her voice musical yet somehow harsh and Leanadas winced as she realised just how far news of their arrival had spread.

"I hope so," Putting a brave face on the disappointment, she continued to speak, hoping that she would still be served. "I'm looking for several sets of clothing, one male, one female and two children."

"If you would like to look over here," The woman directed her to a stand of already constructed garments. "we may be able to help."

Leanadas pored over the clothing before selecting a set of four simple outfits. A new robe for herself, breeches and a shirt for Kalvor and a set of easily adjustable clothes for each of the children. Carrying the small pile of garments in her hands, she walked back to the counter and placed the items down.

"How much?" She watched as the woman slowly folded the cloth into a bag.

"Three hundred and fifty gold," The woman answered tersely, placing the last item into the bag and lifting her gaze to face Leanadas.

"Three.." Leanadas shook her head and stared at the woman in disbelief. "Are these clothes made of diamonds?" She demanded, oozing sarcasm with every word. "Did you have to collect the cloth from Lich King's private tailor?"

"This is standard.."

"Don't you tell me that this is standard.." Leanadas interrupted, punctuating each word with her finger. "It's exhortation."

"You don't have to shop here," The woman noted with a smug expression. "But I'm afraid that there's no one in Dalaran who will provide the goods for less."

"Well it's a good thing that I'm not limited to Dalaran," Leanadas muttered as she plucked the teleport runes from her pocket. "Well done, you've just lost yourself a sale."

And with that, she activated the rune and vanished.

Kalvor settled back in his chair and stared up at the Night Elf in some disbelief. "The Argent Crusade?"

"Yes, we're always looking for those willing to look aside from the wars between the Alliance and Horde and focus on something bigger," He reached forward and pulled out the empty chair before him. Alianne looked at the Night Elf with an aside glance before turning to whisper something to her brother. Kalvor watched the man move and held up a hand.

"Let me save you the trouble," He noted, his face mild yet stern. "I'm not interested."

"But."

"No.. no buts, I have only recently left the Alliance and I have my sister's children. I am not going to swan off and abandon them when they've just lost their parents."

The Night Elf looked at both the children and then back up at Kalvor. "Surely that can't be your answer. You are Kalvor, son of Frostwing and Starwhisper, you can't want to live out your days in seclusion."

"I don't want to live out my days in seclusion," Kalvor replied, standing slowly so that he was level with the man before him. "I just want to make sure that what remains of my family live out their lives in peace. I can't do that if I'm running around Northrend trying to deal with what remains of the scourge."

The Night Elf smiled and stepped back. "As you wish, but what about your lady companion?"

"Lea?" Kalvor rested his hand on the hilt of his borrowed sword casually and regarded the Night Elf with a level gaze. "She is her own person and goes where she wishes. You can of course ask her if she's interested, but I'm not and I'm trying to eat my meal in peace, so if you don't mind." He sat back down.

"Very well, I'll ask your lady friend when she returns.."