[[ Ty's PoV ]]

I squinted softly from the dim light that entered the window of the inn I stayed at. How long had I been asleep? I couldn't remember for the life of me. Life, I felt… so alive. It seemed like yesterday, near my death. What happened? I remember…

"Awake, boy?" A dark voice filled the empty space. My eyes darted upwards. "Good. Come, you have much to learn."

I stood as soon as he ordered, already armored. I followed the man out the door, my eyes flashing to my new surroundings. I was sizing up the texture of everything, the cobblestones, the bank, the boxes piled high near the wall.

My ears twitched to a rather echoic voice. My head turned, amber eyes flashing towards the source. I found a shirtless male with a black kilt, a hood and a rather interesting sword. He was toying with a hallowed skull with his boney fingers. Suddenly, his head lifted as he looked in my direction. I could see no faint golden glow behind the black shadows that covered his face.

"A new one?" His voice came, harsh and brooding.

"New one?"

"The Syndicate… or am I wrong?"

I looked down to the tabard I wore, my fingers running down the smooth fabric. It read; The Syndicate of Chaos.

"I… am." I said blankly, suddenly remember the night before. "… Tywrathiel Darkwing."

There was a long silence; I though for a moment that he was pondering ways to kill me. Then, there was noise.

"… Moonshadow." He spoke, staring back to the skull. His hand clenched, the muscles flexing and the skull soon became dust. I didn't want to pay more attention to him, but I rose a very elegant brow over a amber orb and turned away, almost tripping over… something.

"Hey, watch where you're walking, Hemet Gal!"

I looked down and saw a very short woman, a gnome. I'd never actually seen one in person; but I'd heard about them. She fixed her goggles and smiled up at me.

"Well now! Haven't seen your face around, and I thought I knew everyone!" She giggled a little, and I continued just staring at her. "Miss Yonli Sparkplug, Gnews Reporter at your service!"

"Tywrathiel Darkwing…" I spoke a little clumsily, eyeing around for the elf with the white hair.

"Are you lost? I can help you, I don't have much to do anyway."

"I'm looking for a Kal'dorei with white hair—"

"There are a lot of those, Hemet Gal."

"—by the name of Danté." I finished.

"Danté? Never heard of him. Must be another new face. Anyway, why I don't I show you around the city?"

I swallowed a little at her offer, nodding my head. I couldn't see the elf anywhere, so I turned around, expecting to see the man called Moonshadow; but he had vanished as well. Things were odd in this city.

"I have a feeling we're going to be great friends, Tywrathiel." She nodded as she walked, or wobbled, by my side. I couldn't pay much attention to her, however… I was taking in every little thing around me. The walls—the people. Humans and elves, gnomes and dwarves. I shook my head lightly, teal hair covering my face.

"Tywrathiel is a long name, however. I'm going to call you Ty." She declared proudly, and I smiled a little to her. Slowly, I spied a white cloth, almost line a mask hanging off a rack. My hands were quick and it was covering my face as I looked to her. She frowned in response. "That doesn't match, Ty."

"Why not? It looks fine."

"I meant your hair."

"What?"

"Nevermind. You elves are hard to talk to." She gave a soft sigh, making a quick left. I turned my head to see the narrow passage way she took, only to find myself smacking against the hard stones. A muffled grunt escape my lips.

"BRICK WALL!" She yelled, then started giggling. "Come along now, Ty."

I curved my lips to a frown, continuing to walk with her. I ran my hand on the wall, nails scratching at them now. It gave a sickly sound, and my nails were dull enough to the point they reached the skin of my fingers. I blew off the dust, my eyes staring to the ground.

"So, how did you end up in Stormwind?"

The memories came flashing back to me, hitting me like the force of a powerful darkness. My stomach clenched and I bit my lip, and the tiny woman fixed her dress.

"I guess it's not something you want to talk about right now, another time then." She nodded, jumping up and taking one of my fingers, pulling me across the arched bridge.

Now there was grass and my eyebrows furrowed, a frown pressing against my lips. I gave a gentle sigh, it somewhat reminded me of home; but the sign read Mage Quarter.

"I'm home!" She nearly squeaked, appear ten yards before me in a blink. I rose my eyebrows, running to catch up with her.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?" She turned, looking me at me in the eyes with a questioning glance.

"Get ahead of me so fast." I answered.

"I'm a mage; it's what we do."

I looked to my plated armor, frowning. A warrior no doubt. I gave a gentle sighed, walking with her.

"Here we are, the Blue Recluse. Do you drink, Ty?"

"Drink what?"

"Liquor, of course!" She almost burst into a giggle fit with my absentmindedness. I blinked softly.

"Never really… have."

"Well, don't stall, then. You have to have a taste of it, all Hemet Gals do."

"Have you ever drunk, Yonli?"

"Nope."

"But you just—"

"I'm not a Hemet Gal."

I rose an eyebrow, but dismissed it anyway. With a sigh, I walked into the bar. She sat at a table with another gnome and a human, and I made my way to the seat.

"'Ey, biggo, pass that beer mug, would ya?" A male gnome asked, but it came out almost in a demand. I sighed knocked it off the table, listening to it crash into a million pieces. I covered my face in my hands.

"What the hell was that for, asshole?" He grunted, slamming his tiny hands down on the table. He gave an upset frown.

"Gorbet, this is Ty. Ty, this is Gorbet." Yonli introduced.

"'Ey, asshole, I'm talkin' to you!" Gorbet growled.

"Shut up." I barked, standing. Just then, Danté entered the door with a raised brow and Moonshadow followed behind him.

"Tywrathiel… what are you doin' here with… these people?" Danté questioned.

"Nothing… I don't know." I answered.

"I'm showing him around the city, Hemet Gal. Sit down, have a drink." Yonli proposed, gesturing towards the empty seat. Danté's lips twitched behind his black mask into a frown, shaking his head softly.

"Tywrathiel, come with me, now. That's an order."

"R-right…" I started for the door, but Yonli then appeared between us yet again. It was starting to give me a headache.

"Ty, are you going to listen to that? He wasn't very polite." Yonli pointed out. I frowned softly, looking up to Danté.

"Yonli…" I started, but Danté's glare cut me off. Yonli pulled me down to her height, connecting a piece of blinking metal to my wrist.

"It's a transmitter. Contact me if you need help, Tywrathiel."

"Right…" And after that, I followed Danté out the door, looking back at the white haired gnome who watched with a sad face; as if she knew what was to come, and was plotting against it.