All come together

The group travels through the swamp, the road sometimes submerged by overflow. You round bends and twists as the low branches and rolling hills make for the road to be the only way through this area.
City walls and watch towers across a bridge come into sight, engulf the horizon. The late afternoon sun glares behind you, barely able to poke light through the trees. Thalnazz steps forward, seeing three armored humans at the far end of the bridge, and turns to the rest of the group. "Well, we're here. "

Thalnazz turns to the others. "Dormir and Wembil will be no problem. Even with Theramore's relatively friendly relations with the Horde, I'm not sure how well they are received into the city."
Wembil speaks up upon hearing his name. "I'm not leaving Allyk's side."

"Aye, we're surely a diverse group. Suppose the lot of ye are Wembil's and me ambassador friends on personal business? That should get us int' th' city, but we'd have t' be careful from there." Dormir displays the family crest crafted into his shield. "Me father and me father's father hold prominent positions in Ironforge, so me family name might hold weight t' get us past th' guards."

"Make sure ye don' appear too... aggressive when ye approach the' guards, and stay t' me rear." He gives one last glance at everyone, noting anything the guards may question upon closer inspection. "And Wembil, turn up th' charm, eh?" With a nervous chuckle, he waves on the group to approach Theramore's main gate.

Barely turning his head toward Wembil as he confidently approaches the gate, Dormir gives the slightest eye roll and produces a quick retort, ever so slightly mimicking the gnome's jovial tone of voice, "Aye, ye got charm like royalty and th' drama o' Stormwind thespians. Just what ye need."