"What about her?" the Troll asked his tiny, elven companion, who responded by quirking a brow and sticking out her tongue. "Are you serious? Look at her! Hardly attractive at all," she pouted, staring up at his outlined form. The two stood, stealthed and hiding in the...
The Poet and the Mercenaries
Amarice walked along the bridge out of Stormwind, her head hung low. Her little reading turned out to have the opposite effect on her than what she hoped. She'd hoped it would clear her mind and heart, help get Marasy from her thoughts. Instead it made her chest swell...