A Titan city this is not...
[This was not good.
This was several shades of not good. An inn in the middle of fel-knows-where was not Ulduar, and this was certainly not her clan's grand siege on that aptly-named 'Lucid Dream' which continuously plagued her thoughts.
The diminutive undead, cloaked in necromantic regalia which absolutely contradicted her short stature, pushed herself up into a sitting position and tried to get a proper look around. Though her strange hood looked as though it blocked one's gaze -- it didn't have visible eye-slits, after all -- it didn't stop Cethlenn from giving the room a glare.
Pushing the hood back -- or as far as the material would go considering the metal back-plate -- Cethlenn rubbed at her eyes like a small child trying to get the sleep out. This wasn't her room back at the Filthy Animal either, and she didn't make a habit of passing out in unknown places and... waking up in them. Her claws clicked together as she rolled a shoulder, feeling sore underneath her pauldrons. She must have slept in them and that definitely didn't make sense.
Well.
Now what? Contemplating the problem wouldn't solve it, at least not immediately, and after a bit of rummaging about in her pockets she had produced neither her hearthstone or her guildstone. She frowned politely at that last bit; it was not as if she kept up with her clan these days, anyway, preferring to skulk about the Titan city to listen to whispers. Probably an unhealthy lifestyle but she hadn't hurt anyone (not anyone -important-, anyway, and the less Alliance the better considering they'd probably take the credit for this right out from under the Horde) and the less clanmates worrying about her experiments, the better. The problem with lacking both hearthstones (where the fel had she left them?) was the fact that she couldn't get back to Ulduar in a timely matter.
Hrmmh. She nervously took a few steps out of the room, eyes wide and goggling about. Inn. Very nice inn, not particularly in the style of the Orcs but she knew good craftmanship when she saw it. She flicked her claws together in a sort of nervous tick as she observed everything -- and there really was a lot to see.]
This was several shades of not good. An inn in the middle of fel-knows-where was not Ulduar, and this was certainly not her clan's grand siege on that aptly-named 'Lucid Dream' which continuously plagued her thoughts.
The diminutive undead, cloaked in necromantic regalia which absolutely contradicted her short stature, pushed herself up into a sitting position and tried to get a proper look around. Though her strange hood looked as though it blocked one's gaze -- it didn't have visible eye-slits, after all -- it didn't stop Cethlenn from giving the room a glare.
Pushing the hood back -- or as far as the material would go considering the metal back-plate -- Cethlenn rubbed at her eyes like a small child trying to get the sleep out. This wasn't her room back at the Filthy Animal either, and she didn't make a habit of passing out in unknown places and... waking up in them. Her claws clicked together as she rolled a shoulder, feeling sore underneath her pauldrons. She must have slept in them and that definitely didn't make sense.
Well.
Now what? Contemplating the problem wouldn't solve it, at least not immediately, and after a bit of rummaging about in her pockets she had produced neither her hearthstone or her guildstone. She frowned politely at that last bit; it was not as if she kept up with her clan these days, anyway, preferring to skulk about the Titan city to listen to whispers. Probably an unhealthy lifestyle but she hadn't hurt anyone (not anyone -important-, anyway, and the less Alliance the better considering they'd probably take the credit for this right out from under the Horde) and the less clanmates worrying about her experiments, the better. The problem with lacking both hearthstones (where the fel had she left them?) was the fact that she couldn't get back to Ulduar in a timely matter.
Hrmmh. She nervously took a few steps out of the room, eyes wide and goggling about. Inn. Very nice inn, not particularly in the style of the Orcs but she knew good craftmanship when she saw it. She flicked her claws together in a sort of nervous tick as she observed everything -- and there really was a lot to see.]