Allyk & Meridia, the Tinker and the Mage

Meridia Highstrider is a slight blood elf, no taller than five and a half feet tall. Her strawberry-blond hair is of moderate length and is well kept and tied back, a single streak of grey is present, likely the result of the arcane. She is dressed more conservatively then the norm for blood elves, but still features the usual colour scheme deep reds with purple trim. Placed over her lap is an ornately carved staff, inset with golden bands and red crystal. At her feet are a number of different size bags, each of which clearly meant to rest on different places.

Currently she is focused on a book, which she is staring at with intense focus. Occasionally she adds a line to the strange set of archaic runes. She looks up at the sound of the newcomer in the lounge, and struggles to mask the disgust that grows on her face. Her hand instinctively moving to rost on her staff. Discerning the monster in front of her was a forsaken, she buried herself in her work and preyed that the creature took her no notice.

Allyk slinks in to the waiting area, sunken eyes looking around the room certain that he will be found and dragged away to whatever hell Sylvannas' minions deem appropriate for his attempted escape and destruction of equipment. In life he was a tall hearty man, the plague has left him hunched and a shell of what he was before. Colorless hair hangs in lank patches to the base of his neck, eyes seem to glow a sickly green, he moves with the uneven pace of one whose bones have been broken and reset badly.

Seeing the elf touching her staff upon sight of him, he is more than happy to keep to himself, shifting his long battered rifle on his shoulder he move sto the opposite side of the room, his eyes never straying far from the door.

Allyk pats down his jacket noting with grim humor that even in death, nerves can still make his hands shake. Finally digging his pipe out of a pouch, he fills it with tobacco. Another search of his pockets turns up empty for his fire starter. "Damn, must have left it.....behind. he mutters to himself. Raising his voice he addresses the others in the waiting room, "Anyone got a light?" His voice the rough rasp of someone who rarely speaks.

The high elf rolled her eyes but relished the excuse to feel magic flow through her. Eyes flaring up the Mage snapped her fingers an the pipe lit.

She then returned to her solemn considerations.

Allyk's eyes cross to stare at the fel energies smoldering the tobacco. "Much obliged." puffing away at the pipe, he blows smoke rings that drift across the room before disapating

"I am as such, though Magister is more a political title." She then took a a moment to carefully consider the Taurens question.

"My studies into the nature of power has lead me to examine many different types of magic, shamanism included. If my memory serves me right, as a shaman you do not so much use magic but put out a request for the act to be performed. You in essence borrow power from the elements. This would not appeal to my people, as we need more than that. If my people were to become shamans it would require that we learned to feed on the elements, and that is not borrowing."

She turned to the troll, clearly drawn into the conversation, "Silvermoon is already being restored, and Kael'thas has sent word promising a great destiny for us, pregress is being made towards 'finding our way'." she paused for a moment, clearly searching for a question to continue the conversation. "So are you also a shaman, or perhaps a priest of the Loa?"

She took the troll in for a second, before realizing the clear trappings of an arcanist. Oh how very interesting, What is your opinion on the ley lines of this land, I always...." launching into a long conversation on the nature of the arcane.

He takes a long puff looking from the Orc to the Forsaken, eyes flicking nervously to the door on the way from one to the other. Smoke pours from his nose and mouth as he answers "No, just some habits are harder to break than others. Can't say I crave much any more, other than some fresh meat." he shares a mirthless smile with the other Forsaken

Meridia moves to the door the goblin just rush through. With her staff in hand she prepares herself to rain death on anything that threatened herself or her ride.

Allyk unslings his rifle and moves out to the balcony to provide cover for whatever may be out there coming for us. Relief floods him at last as he has something to focus on other than his own paranoia