Dark backstreets. She felt at home here. They may not be the streets she grew up in, but all the same, the streets of Stormwind's Old Town felt like home. Still wearing the dress from her job, she chuckles as the local residents, assuming she is a well born woman; tip their hats to her as she walks through the darkened streets. Her white hair all but glows in the darkened streets, her two daggers seem blacker than even the darkest corners in these forgotten streets, absorbing all light into them.

Seeking out the person that hired her, she senses someone following her, as she weaves her way through the streets of Stormwind's Old Town. Taking a few sharp turns she flattens herself up against a wall, and waits for the figure to walk past her.

"Where did that elf go?" she hears the male voice mutter as he walks swiftly by her hiding place.

Darting out quickly she grabs the back of the man's robes and pulls him into the dark cul-de-sac she was hiding in. Pressing him up against the wall, she turns him, and holding one of her daggers to his throat, she raises an eyebrow in surprise.

"You again." She comments. "Why are you following me? Wasn't my earlier performance enough to warn you off?"
"Quite the opposite," The man retorts. "That little display brought up a few more questions."

Releasing her grip slightly, Morrigue looks at the man in front of her inquisitively.

"What do you mean Old Man?"
"Hah, that's rich coming from you elf. I'm sure you have many years on me."
"Quite possible. That is beside the point."
"Oh indeed. Just me being pedantic."
"Fine, what can I refer to you as then?" Morrigue asks, getting annoyed.
"Just call me a friend."
"I have no friends."
"I never said I was yours."
"Whatever."

Morrigue moves to walk away, bored of the idle banter with the mage. As she turns to walk away, he grabs her wrist, snapping her back.

"Who said you could leave yet?"
"I am bored of you human, so let me on my way."
"Oh no," The mage says, an evil glint crossing his eyes, "I'm not done with you yet."
"You dare to think you can threaten me?"
"I just have, and you'll stay, or whomever you work for will have to find a new employee." The mage threatens.
"You want another wound like your shoulder?" Morrigue threatens back; having already noticed his shoulder injury had not been healed.
"That is something of a curiosity. No priest seems able to heal the wound you gave me, and believe me, I've tried a fair few, including the best there is, the elf I know you saw me comforting."

Morrigue lets out a laugh, before replying, in a humoured voice

"Of course no healer in this land can heal you."
"Enlighten me as to why would that be."
"You'll be lucky to find out why before you die."
"Well it seems you have already given me a clue as to why."
"Oh, and what would that be?" Morrigue asks intrigued.
The mage grins and says, "You said no healer in this land can heal me, which confirms you are not of this plane of existence."
"You were the one that said no healer in this land could before me."
"No," the mage says, still grinning, "I said it seems. no healer can, you were the one that added in this land."
"Ugh, Shadow and Hell." Morrigue curses as she realises the stupid trap she fell into.
"This leads me to conclude that you are not a Night Elf as I know them, or even in fact, that you may not be a Night elf. That darkness ability really is curious. And those daggers. I'm sure if the my friend could get his hands on them, the enchantment on them would fascinate him."

Slowly backing away from the mage, Morrigue prepares to use one of the talents she has picked up in Azeroth, Vanish.

"Oh, don't run. I'm not finished with you yet." The mage says as he casts frost nova.

Realising she is trapped, Morrigue turns on the spot, and faces the mage. "What do you want?" her voice dripping with loathing
"I want to know who you work for."
"You'll never find that out."
"What makes you so sure?"
"These people pay my wage. I don't betray those that pay me."
"Ahh, good. I like a challenge," the mage says grinning.

As the frost nova wears off, Morrigue sprints away from the mage, her bounty for killing the female elf forgotten, just intent on getting to the people that pay her way, and warn them of the mage.

~owari