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Davrel had spent a time away from Stormwind city that felt like years. He wore a blindfold over his eyes, a hooded cloak to keep himself hidden– but the distinctive face immediately gave him away. Marred by light scarring as it wasn’t before. Davrel found himself in a home that didn’t feel like home.

It felt like hostile territory. He strolled down an alleyway his thoughts to himself– milk white hair falling loose over his face as he made his way further into the safety of darkness. He felt a body check into him. He looked– a blonde woman. A familiar figure. Maybe she could tell him where he could find solace. Two men rushed past him. Their intent was obvious.

The men would suddenly find themselves halted at the entrance to the alleyway. Davrel pulled down his blindfold. His eyes, blue and un-natural, burned with a vengeance. The men, would not leave that alleyway for a good while.

Illusions of their worst nightmares left them weeping in the fetal position. Davrel readjusted his blindfold– and proceeded to search for the woman.

“Ooof” Sid huffed, eyes looking to the person that she had just hit. Familiarity struck her but it wasn’t enough to make her stop as rage filled voiced got closer. Not the time to stop and chat. So instead she just waved and ran off once more, cutting sharply into a thin alley that was dark and out of the way. In her head, the three idiots would continue to follow the road and she would be able to circle back around without worry. However, as Sid stood there, waiting…nothing came. A couple of minutes passed and still nothing.’Huh…did they give up?’ she thought. After a couple more heartbeats, she slowly crept out of the thin alley and looked down the road both ways, trying to listen for the angry voices. Nothing.

“Well that was anti-climatic” Sid’s quiet voice said before she started to walk back down the alley. It was time for a drink, and she knew the best place for it. Putting the incident out of her mind, Sid started to whistle a sailing tune that she had heard a hundred times before, making it quite obvious to find her as she walked towards the bar, nothing but a decent glass of whiskey in her mind.

He strode up to Sid’s table, and took a seat. Silent, he made gestures in common sign language. If she could understand, it was a question.

‘Who are you?’

‘Sidonee. Why? Who are you? Do I owe you money?’

She signed and mouthed clearly, encase he could also read lips. It was odd for the woman to realize that habit took over before thought. The man could probably see the surprise in her eyes. Sid had not used sign language in years and it would probably show if they continued to speak in it. To break the chain of memory that she was running down, Sid took a deep drink and watched him carefully. She wasn’t as fluent in it as she was once long ago, but she hoped it wouldn’t be much of a problem. Oh boy the things you run into at a bar.

‘Bad memory.’

Sid would notice that something about the figure across from her was just wrong. She could feel it in her gut that this man across from her was nothing short of evil. She would also discern that the man wasn’t breathing.

The blade at the man’s side– barely visible from the part in his cloak seemed wrong too. Like it was watching.

‘No. I don’t know a Starlight. Too many elves. Is she…expecting you?’ She signed once more, pausing to remember the motions as her mouth moved to word them as well. To an outsider, the two probably looked absolutely insane. Then again, most of the bar knew Sidonee and just assumed that she attracted trouble and odd things.

‘Do you drink stranger?’ She asked him, head tilting to the side, trying to avoid bolting out of the door like her instincts told her to. When the drinks arrived she moved one of the two of them towards him, trying to avoid contact. To Sidonee, buying a man in a hood and a foreboding air around him a drink was kindness

‘What brought you here?’

He nodded in acknowledgement before turning his head up to Sid. Finally speaking. His voice, steely and hollow. An echo of his former self remained in his voice.

“A mistake.”

“A mistake brought me here.”

“Well mate, mistakes can often lead to better things” She said out loud. “Or at least more interesting things.” Sid paused, took a long drink from her glass and shook her head. The hazel eyes eyed him up and down, unable to see much thanks to the hood and cloak. Familiarity at the echoed voice stung in her mind but that had been a long night for her. “So if ya could talk this entire time, why put up with my terrible finger talk?” She asked rather bluntly. It seemed that Sid wasn’t so polite sometimes.

He folded his arms. His hood receding on his head– making the blindfold’s purpose more obvious. There was a feint, blue glow behind the blindfold, obvious. “Interesting things and better things are no concern at the moment. I am searching for someone– and I have taken up too much of your time already.”

He stood up without further words and started toward the door. Pulling his hood further over his face.

Kicked out of the tavern for causing trouble. His drink spilled. Sid’s drink spilled over some imbecile who thought it was wise to try and cop a feel. A bruised jaw on the right side of his face. The night was still early and there was still plenty of drinking to be had. Except they were now banned from the other taverns in the city for similar shenanigans in recent time.

“Look on the positive side,” Sid chimed up. “At least things can’t get–”

“Ah. Ah. Ah!” Tobai quickly placed his index finger against Sidonee’s lips. “Don’t. Don’t say it.” He lowered his hand. “Do not, for the love of Light, say–”

The crack of thunder cut him off and he sighed in defeat. His shoulders slouched and he looked down to the ground as the rain started to come down with a vengeance. “You just had to say it.”

“You just had to say it” He muttered in clear annoyance. Sid couldn’t help it at that point. Looking at a water drenched Tobai, she burst into laughter and sighed. After the night they had, this was icing on the proverbial cake. With not much else to do but laugh, Sid raised her arms and welcomed the weather, head tilted towards the sky. “At least you won’t smell like piss poor alcohol any more.” She quipped back, brows arched as she looked to him. Sid might be bad luck.

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