A dark figure crept through the shadows, moving steadily towards a red haired blood elf disenchanting a sword beneath the bank in Under City. Her back was to her stalker; any moment the would-be attacker would be upon her. The dark figure grinned, imagining her frightened eyes as she tearfully sobbed…

"Wanna buy a cockroach?!"

The red haired blood elf spun around when a loud, raucous voice broke the silence, dropping the sword and alerting a miserable looking voidwalker. She quickly relaxed as she realized Sabrieth stood behind her, both swords drawn, apparently preparing to kill a vendor that had ruined her surprise attack.

"Dammit Jeremiah!"

Sabrieth was still fuming as she and Harlyn Quinn, the ginger sin'dorei she had planned on scaring the mana out of, headed towards the elevator on their way to meet up with the rest of the guild.

"One of these days I'll make Payson properly dead. That's the fourth time this month!"

Harlyn was too busy laughing her ass off to respond, so Sabrieth turned a pitiful glance toward Krakgore, Harlyn's voidwalker, "Am I the worste rogue ever Kraky old pal"?

Krakgore's booming response of "I don't like this place" was in no way reassuring.