Allyk, Gazam, Meridia, & Mul'Zeb

Gazam of the Deadwolf clan wanders, lost in thought. This is highly atypical for his behavior, and those of his kin. Dressed as a simple sailor, hunched over with the automatic deference of a peon, scowling as his race does so masterfully, in his demeanor is a man who is reconsidering his assumptions.

"These Loa," he begins, overly loudly with no attempt to hide his words from those around him on the road. "The Loas speak to you? Give you guidance? What do they demand in return? Babies? Treasure? Blood?"

He pauses but before his troll companion can answer, continues with: "What must I do to gain their favor?"

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. In her hands is an ornately carved staff, inset with golden bands and red crystal. Her eyes show less of the glow typical to her kind, as if over the last 5 days she had been starving herself of fel and mana, the withdrawal of which clearly president in her irritable voice.

The elf holds a gruff conversation with a guard "I don't have time to be dealing with some alliance Mage wandering about. I want to know who I should be talking to if I want to infiltrate Ashenvale. Send your own dogs after them." she made some vague guature at some of the other guards and the two figures approaching.

Mul'Zeb chuckles at his new friend's ignorance, knowing that his own connection with the spirits is not a common one. "No, no, friend. Da Loa not be havin' use for treasure, or our young'uns. Aye, some be wantin' blood more dan da others, but dey be da fickle ones, just as likely to turn on ya when ya back be turned as to help ya." His fingers find the carved totem at his neck and he holds it for a few moments, before letting his hand drop. He notices Gazam taking special interest in the Loa and hopes this is a sign he is on the right track.

As they get closer to their destination, Mul'Zeb looks around and notices the abundance of guards around the area. He stops one passing close by and asks, "Hey now, what be goin' on here, mon? Why all da security? Somethin' been happenin'?"

Gazam walls up to the blood elf, and somewhat shyly asks "Did you say mage?"

Yes. Apparently there's been some alliance mage stamping around, and I'm now going to have to jeopardize an already difficult infiltration by trying to seek them out. The mage rubs her temples, before shifting her attention back to the guards. At least provide me an escort to the edge of horde territory, that way I can get into disguise before entering alliance lands.

"Me, too, have been looking for an alliance mage. She attacked my ship and when fought back she destroyed the Deadwolf clan farm. I will have my revenge even if I have to tear down the walls of Stormwind, rain fire on the people, and dig her body out if the rubble."

As he speaks, the orc, who is dressed like a simple sailor, grows furious. His eyes blaze with bloodlust and his hands glow with fel magics.

Calm down big guy. I'm trying to resist siphoning and seeing you flaunting power is a bit too much right now. Hey I know how it feels, my whole people were nearly anhilated by the scourge, you don't see me slaying every rotling I see. She makes a vague gesture at the forsaken.

Allyk shakes as if waking, realizing that he's been standing gaping. Hearing the Elf's words, he smiles thinly and draws a cigarette from within one of the many pockets covering his shirt. Popping it into his mouth and lighting it he puffs before rasping Dont do me any favors, darlin'. The furtive hunted look has eased out of him now that there's an ocean between him and any potential pursuers
So, you're huntin' a Mage? Think you could use another hand? I'm not exactly overflowin with work opportunities at the moment. 'Sides, the world would do with less magic users in it. He pauses puffing on the tobacco before looking at Meridia Present company excluded of course

"Where you go? Ashenvale?" He shrugs at Mul'Zeb. "Maybe she go to Ashenvale? If she did, we should go there!" He nods, utterly convinced by the plan. "Ashenvale, mmm, that way," he says, pointing to the northwest. "Past Deadwolf clan farms, then up through hills."

Meridian buries her face in her palm "I'm not sure you quite understand what I need to do, I need to go there and pretend to be from the alliance, that's not going to work if I'm walking into town with an Orc warloc. I'm more than happy to accept an escort to the edge of horde territory but I really don't want you to go to Ashenvale"

Gazam nods, his eyes glazing over with loss of interest."What say the Loa?" Gazam asks Mul'Zeb.

Mul'Zeb runs a hand back along his hair, looking at each person in front of him, before making eye contact with Gazam. "Ya be searchin' for a mage of da Alliance. Dese two seem to be headin' down da same path. It be seemin' dat da Loa be favorin' us dis day, my friend." He looks at the Blood Elf, "Aye, an escort be a good idea, not dat ya couldn' handle yaself, of course. We be happy to accompany ya." He turns to Allyk, "Da more, da merrier, eh? We could be usin' all da help we can get. From what I be hearin', dis mage be more dan a mere nuisance."