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The bass and drums of the live band boomed throughout the packed club, cigarette smoke mixing with various herbs in a heavy cloud hovering a few inches above the crowd. A few people sat around on the navy and silver plush benches, though most stood, either surrounding...
Kali sighted him from across the river. Grot was mounted atop Draug, his worg, and was, oddly, without a shirt. She stared in surprise. She was used to his naked visage, but that was in private. But here he was on the edge of Westfall atop his worg, bare-chested....
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...
The small tattoo and piercing parlor in the depths of the drag was shut tight. Front door closed and by all appearances vacant and closed. In the back room, however, moved the proprietor. A medium height Darkspear, aqua-green in skin tone, with long, soft flowing...