All come together

One step out of the hall into the early evening air has two night elves escorting you to the inn. They seem to be more concerned with making sure you go to and from your destination rather than watching what you do inside since they stay outside. Drinks and food are ordered and you all sit together at one of the long tables stretching the length of the room. During the meal, Allyk notices Wembil giving him a curious look - or rather, giving his gear a curious look.
"You have some interesting tools there, Mister Forsaken. I wasn't aware your people had a knack for the trade." The gnome indicates his own tools, patting them affectionately. His demeanor has shifted from cautious to friendly and genuinely intrigued.

As Wembil waited for Allyk's response, Thalnazz sit beside Meridia. He keeps his voice low as you could be overheard. "There may be a way to help you other than the wells." He paused as Meridia was served her drink and Thalnazz ordered a Morning Glory Dew before continuing. "If their wells are blessed, then why can't you have one of your own making?" Smiling and tipping a few extra coins when his drink was served, Thalnazz took a long drink and a deep breath. "There are relics scattered throughout Azeroth. Many of these have magical properties. Some are even divinely touched." The statement hung in the air with another drink taken.

Wembil nodded. "I see. So, you were assigned the task of ... engineering devices for your people?" The gnome rubbed his chin, obviously puzzling something out in his head. "I don't suppose ... you might have found this task to be something you have the knack for, eh?"

At the mention of destroying a holy relic, the priest's eyes widen but he composes himself quickly. "I sincerely hope nothing need be destroyed." Thalnazz goes silent as a fellow inn patron passes by. "You're thinking of this in arcane terms. The power of the Light is different. I just pray it allows us to succeed in this ... experiment."

The metallic sound of an empty flagon slamming onto the table rings out above the conversation, bringing several other patron's attention to Dormir as he tries to lick the froth of ale from the beard surrounding his mouth. Dormir notices a few of the glances and cheers, raising both flagons in the air, "Drink like a dwarf, sing like an elf, and fight like an orc!" Hoping for a roar in agreeance, he turns, smiling ear to ear, looking for even just one patron to befriend. Defeated, he gathers both flagons and approaches the bar. "Two more ales fer me, and another round fer me friends with the gnome! On me!" Dormir points over to the table with Wembil and the others, then walks back with his freshly filled flagons."Wembil, ye seem t' be the mutual friend in our group here." As if expecting Wembil to speak for himself, Dormir pauses, making quick work of yet another flagon of ale, then sets it down and starts where he left off, "Me name'sh Dormir Emberheart, protector o' many, son o' Theramir Emberheart, associate smithy o' the Ironforge Metallurgy League, son o' Malduin Emberheart, high priest o' the Seven Sorrows. Pleased t' meetch ye. Who ye be?"

Following Meridia's lead, the others spout off similar introductions with vague reasoning for being here. The orc is Gazam Deadwolf, only admitting to once being a sailor and here to deliver a message to a particular human woman. The troll beside him is Mul'Zeb, here for spiritual guidance. The undead fellow is Allyk Karsin here for personal reasons.Thalnazz pipes up "Yes! Hello! I am Thalnazz Whitesong, priest of the Holy Light conducting religious research. That is, until beginning a personal project with Miss Highstrider."

"Aye, me namesh Dormir, 'nd ye be wise t' call me so. If me ears're blessed t' hear me lineage from erryone who spoke me name, ye can bet me head wouldn't fit'trough th' door!" Giving the appropriate pause for nods and breathed acknowledgements from his new comrades, he quaffs--no, nearly breathes--his ale with fervor. "Ye'd be a mule'sh uncle t' see me sober!" He lets loose a raucous laugh and slaps the shoulder of his nearby companion. Eyeing Wembil, "Ye've barrly sipped yer drink, gnome! Dun tell me we've found th' only abstainin' gnome in Az-sheroth! Well, ye asked what me bus'ness is in these parts. Sheemsh thish here gnome'sh able t' help me with somethin' of a problem! Ye see, I've got somethin' tha' not another person in Azhtherosh can idinify." Dormir looks each one of his new friends in the eye... well, he tries to the best of his ability in his current state. "And ye?! Must be somethin' grand t' bring togevver a wild band such as ye!"

Totally inebriated, though functional being he's a dwarf, Dormir gives Meridia a wide grin as he digs out a fist sized sapphire. Handing it to Meridia, one of the first things about the gem she notices is a green flicker in the center of the gem. Her extensive knowledge of magic tells her the flicker is fel magic. However, she also notices someone has put a sort of dampening spell over the gem - it doesn't look to be lasting for much longer though.