Ixinane Stormcren

“Courage is the only virtue you cannot fake.”

"You're about the last person I expected to see here Felblood. What's your angle this time?" He spat out as if chewing tough leather.

Ixinane let out a throaty laugh before sucking in the salt air between her teeth. She flicked a long black nail against the armored limb he crossed.

“Really, you think of yourself that way?” He said with contempt. “Forget it, hopefully I’ll simply read a report of how your mangled corpse was found used in some backwoods wicker charm.” Only to turn to the waters edge. A nearby vessel started the slow process of docking, and a moment of truly awkward silence passed between the warlocks. “…We’re waiting on the same boat, aren’t we.” He announced with displeasure at fates cruelty. Worse, they looked to be the -only- people getting on that particular ship. With a melodramatic sigh of resignation he spoke. “Fine. You want me to sweeten it? I’m seeking scrollwork that shouldn’t exist. The blood trolls of Nazmir worship this…Ghuul, Gthuun? Gthuun. Yes that sounds right. A supposed loa of blood. But there was another loa before who claimed that domain, and despite the natives of Zandalar knowing it by name, I see no statues, no priesthood, not even a mention of it anywhere in this city. And it occurred to me, in a city made of gold, that the only thing worth hording is secrets. I’m chasing a lead now to find a Gurubashi priest who knows of a scroll of the written works the first Blood God, the Soulflayer shared to its then believers, and ‘convince’ them its in their best interest to aid me.” He said. “So. You going to indulge me now with your own chase in this fetid over humid city or what?”

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”