[The dusty interior of the chapel can be seen, the sunlight streaming in through the windows bright, bright enough to obscure the Blood Elf's features somewhat as she glances at the camera. It's difficult enough to read those glowing eyes at the best of times, but the set of her brow and of her mouth is hard to decipher. Her voice is soft, a little ( Read more... )

[It's a strange chapel, completely different from what she's used to. Of course, travelling as she has, you take what you can find, and she's been in far more rundown places to pray, but this is truly different, if only in its strangeness. The light from the stained glass windows is odd in itself, gleaming dully on the irons chains holding up an ( Read more... )