The Hunt - Beyond death, hatred still brews.

The rain poured gently down upon Menethil Harbor, like ashes from a town ablaze . Each drop casting a thousand ripples , extending outwards from the main impact. Even my own feet seemed to give away my location. 'I was not a foot-soldier, what the Fel was I doing on the ground?' I cackled to myself before slipping into the shadows.

I sat, watching each ripple, emerging from each other , every time the clouds tears struck the flooded sea water. My leather boots became water-logged. I could feel the water swishing around in my own boots. Unlike fire against a forest, I could not bend these elements. I found it surprising that not many had attempted to remove the water through use of an individuals shamanistic aspect abilities. Then again, they were probably occupied saving the Realm from collapsing in on itself, clearing up after Neltharion resurfaced and stabilizing other torn land. Helping drain a tiny flood that rendered an entire Garrison and harbor -almost- impossible to defend. Especially since they were now against the sea-dwellers as-well as the Dark Iron and Renegades. The very sea-dwellers who jumped at the chance to take over another ruined Garrison and cover it in strangle-kelp, for means far beyond my own knowledge. Perhaps for decoration?

A few Wardens marched up to me, saluting.

"Good day, men."

-"Good day, Warden Master."

-"Where would you have us?"

"Post yourselves on the shattered harbor line, there is a row of sandbags already there for your protection against any...Attackers and the.... Flood."

I peered at the roof-tile as if falling in slow motion, then crash into the body of water with a fairly quiet splosh.

"Yes, the harbor line." I continued.

-"Yes, Sir. You heard im' to the harbor line!"

The four Wardens ran off towards the shattered harbor. Wooden planks everywhere, and still breaking as supports could not hold it any longer. Sitting in the Inn , I even hear the odd- CRACK of splitting wood left hanging off the broken harbor-walk.

I walked over to where the roof-tile reached it's final destination. Again peering around. It was gone. The ripples had dispersed and there was no sign of it anywhere. I looked up and around me. Sighing, closing my eyes.

I pulled my hood up, covered my face and walked back inside the Inn. The Guards saluting me as I walked through, I smiled but you could tell I was sighing. Oh how I would kill for at-least someone to treat me as an equal. Just thinking that, I smirked to myself. 'Perhaps then I wouldn't have any assassins on my back.' I smirked again and disappeared from view.

The rain did not cease, it only wispened.

How was I so foolish not to see that loose tile! Grah! I grasped my daggers agressiveley. Resting them at my sides. I watched. Thinking about whether to eliminate those Wardens or go for the prize kill, Carmtan.

I then shared the same smirk he did when he walked past his Guards. Probably feeling that he was safe, safe from whatever was after him. I spotted a white bird with a loose blackened leather collar, A Warden badge pinned to it.

I cackled, I cared no longer of my voice echoing. He knew someone was after him, now I will get my revenge.

I called down my carrier bird from above. Reaching out the window, I felt the rain drops progress once more on the palm of my hand. I felt singular feathers in my hands. Before the bird flew startled inside. After thorough examination, it was unharmed. The projectile clearly being a bullet, as shown by semi-burnt feather stalks. I closed the window and pondered my next move.

Curse my aim! I had missed by an inch. I should continue my training...I could not fight a Warden without getting used to my feeble, jittered , boney body first. Deathmaster Dianthaa and Arli were correct. I could not yet join my Brother's and Sister's in any hunt without appropriate training. I should gather my things and get back. I am sure my tale would be worth boring the minds out of everyone back home. I cackled to myself. Slipping into the shadows.