All come together

Gazam stands as the dwarf does, his own eyes blazing. "Tell us, Dormir! What has she done?" A hungry lust for power gleams in his orcish eyes, battling an uncharacteristic deeply rooted concern.

Wembil begins speaking once Allyk joins the gnome away from the commotion. "Thank you for joining me. Allow me to begin by apologizing for our initial interaction. I was ... rather rude." He take a deep breath and fiddles with his arclight spanner. "I'll get straight to the point. Our local inebriated dwarf over there came to me with a ... rather unusual request. You see, Matter Emberheart has asked me to build him a device - a machine that apparently resembles a phlogiston collector, but larger and with some sort of other function. I told him that even designing such a thing could take quite some time. Who knows what it might take to build it!?" Realizing his voice had risen in his excitement, Wembil blushed slightly before clearing his throat and continuing. "And so that brings us to you. I noticed that you are familiar with the craft. Would you be interested in working with me in order to fulfill Master Emberheart's request?"

After muttering a quick prayer under his breath, Mul'Zeb pulls his eyes away from the gem and elf to look at the dwarf, concern clearly showing on his face. "Aye mon, what exactly dat gem be? Why ya be bringin' it to dis gnome?" He turns back to look at the elf. "Ya be ok, Meridia?"

Gazam, too, watches Merida's reactions. When he speaks, it is lowly, for their ears only. "There are some items that assist one in mastering the fel energies and control demons without being corrupted. Without them, only training and care will keep your soul intact. Do not rest easy, Merida Highstrider. Never again. Your soul rests on the edge of an axeblade." He chuckles then, deeply and without mirth.

I feel a slick layer sitting atop my arcane reserves but other then that I'm fine. She turns to the Orc, If I had rested easy, I would be a wretched and mindless heap of arcane addiction. I know how to handle power and taints to it, I already need cleansing once why not twice.

Thalnazz finishes mumbling a prayer that he had begun when he first sensed the fel energies. His fear showed through his determined tone "Get that thing out of sight. Seal it away." He gives Meridia a gravely concerned look. "Miss Highstrider, I think we should more seriously consider engaging upon that project we spoke of earlier." He looks uncomfortable as he decides to speak further. "There is but one place I know of that we can find what we require. On Kalimdor, the Alliance has more of a presence than just the Night Elves. I traveled here from Stormwind through Theramore. They have established a church, and I believe they may assist us in our endeavors."

Meridia nods, Theramore Isle it is, any tips for getting out there? I haven't been on Kalimdor for some time.

"Were we at a port, I would suggest we travel by ship. However, it seems we may need to travel through the Barrens - which could prove difficult for some of us." The high elf looks to each person at their table. "Perhaps some sort of travel arrangements could be made?"

"How comfortable are you in chains? No one question slave."

Thalnazz turns to Gazam with an incredulous look. "You must be joking!"

Looking down at the gnome Why would y'wanna build such a thing? Were it to fall in the wrong hands, who knows what kind of problems it would cause He pats his chest where the plans are resting over his stilled heart, then realizing the gnome is watching him, he pulls out a pair of hand rolled cigarettes, offering one to the creature praying his nervousness isn't writ across his features

You will be easy to get through horde territory Thalnazz, I have some extra robes which I can lend you, I'm sure the orcs wont be able to tell the difference between a High elf wearing blood red and an actual Blood elf. She pauses for a moment before smirking Their not too effeminate.

Gazam shrugs. "Elves is elves."

"So, we all be goin' to Deramore Isle..." He looks at Thalnazz with a toothy grin. "Dere, dere! We be havin' ya covered, mon! Quite lit'rally it be in Ms. Highstrider's case." He gives a chuckle, which ends quickly, another thought entering his mind. He turns to the dwarf. "But how we be keepin' ya gem from... screamin' durin' our travels? How we be sure it be safe?"

Wembil gives Allyk an incredulous look. "Wrong hands?! We're talking about a device that cleans the demonic taint from-" The gnome freezes in mid word and stares at Allyk's rotten face. Slowly, his eyes widen and his jaw reaches for the floor. "You know," He breathes in awe. "You know of this device." Wembil jumps up with the joy of new discovery, standing on the bench and excitedly shaking his hands expectantly at Allyk. "Tell me! Tell me everything! "

Meridia slides the ale flagon that had been put in front of her over to the dwarf, hoping that would keep him occupied as she continues to take occasional sips of her spirit.