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The biting cold of Northrend was an odd enjoyment for him, he felt calm in the cold. He made his way to the stables were Himmel stayed, taking a moment to watch the sky, it was clear tonight, and he watched the stars.  As he entered the stables, the griffon’s avian head darted up, scanning the room, “Evening girl, how’re you resting up?” Thalin chuckled as he sat down, stroking her plumage. The beast gave a low cooing sound, resting her head on Thalin’s lap. He, in turn leaned back and rested his head on her feline shoulders, thinking.

It was four years ago that he truly became an adventurer, when Sir Baris told him to “Fuck off, and find a cause.” So that’s what he did, or tried to at least. He decided down in Booty Bay would be the best shot at finding a cause. What he found was a massive storm that soaked him from Duskwood to the city. The city wasn’t as welcoming as he imagined either, the goblins eyed him with a hungry look, the trolls looked actually hungry when they looked at him, and the others were just the kind of folk Thalin didn’t deal with.

His first day was spent hunting down an inn that was cheap enough, but also wouldn’t kill him. Eventually, he found a run down inn called, The Salty Shore. Just before he entered he looked down to see a thin figure, completely soaked from the rain and shivering violently. Thalin stared for a long moment before heading in, and ordering a room. He then returned outside, retrieving the person and bringing them in. He ignored the comments as he carried the person upstairs to his room and set them on the bed.

It was a long awkward moment when he found out that the person was a woman, and he had undressed her to try and warm her up. As the hour passed he stayed on the far side of the room, trying to figure out how to not seem like some pervert. As she came too, Thalin bolted up, “UH, I’m terribly sorry for all of this, I just found you outside in the storm and you looked like you were freezing to death and I-” He continued like this for a long moment as the woman just watched.

She interrupted him after a moment with a small chuckle, “It’s quite alright, you have my thanks, sir.” She smiled, and gave a small nod.  Thalin blinked as he actually saw the woman for the first time. She was elven, but not like the elves he normally saw in Stormwind, her skin was a flesh tone like his but fairer. Her hair was a golden hue that almost shined, even in the dim light of the room. What caught his attention the most was her eyes, they were a bright emerald green, and they looked almost as if they glowed.  She seemed to know that he was staring and gave another smile smile, “I hope you can speak common, I was sure it was the human’s language.”

Thalin blinked quickly and coughed, trying to compose himself. “I uh, yes! My name is Thalin, Thalin Wildname, miss. I’m also not a true knight yet.” Thalin answered, a wide smile on his face despite his flushed cheeks.  “Would I be able to get your name as well, miss?” he says, remembering his manners.

The elven woman chuckles again, “Avernya, and thank you again, Thalin.”