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Post by amelicia on Aug 22, 2006 13:27:56 GMT -5
The Voodoo had welcomed her with open arms. She wondered at the sanity of the happy troll shouting out in Orgrimmar for new recruits. Would have ignored like usual if hadnt noticed that her tabard was the same as that rogues. Guess should call the rogue Bylin now that she knew her name. Names had never been really important to Amelicia, maybe it was because rarely cared enough about someone to learn their name.
Bylin was a special case though. She made her skin tingly every time she went by. The tattooed incantations on her arm would warm like they would when a demon would pass by just to a lesser extent. A very odd response indeed to someone who looked like a typical orc. The first time it had happened it had made her loose count of shards, *remembering made her scowl* and that doesnt happen.... distraction in general does not happen. Something is indeed special about this rogue.
It had been a simple matter to find others with same tabard as Bylin, and even easier with the troll yelling on the streets of Orgrimmar to get close to her for study. Now she was here and could pick apart the mystery of this curious orc. It had been a while since she had been curious again... she almost felt joy *she smirked at that thought*
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