Arrens departed the Pools of Vision within Thunderbluff. Clara Foster, an esteemed member of the Royal Apothecarian Society, had payed handsomely for a vial of poison that required Arrens sneaking into Stormwind and killing a high ranking noble who happened to be in possession of the poison. What Clara intended on doing with it, Arrens had no desire to learn. So long as she paid him as handsomely as she did, he could care less if she wanted to poison all the Moonwells throughout Azeroth. It mattered little to him.

The job, however, had lasted several weeks. He was tired and still a bit on edge. He had nearly been caught by the Stormwind guards. If they didn’t kill him on sight, they would most certainly have tossed him into the Stockades and forgotten about him. As a result, before he returned to the campus of Da Doctas School of Medicine, he wanted a drink. The Darkmoon Faire was in town. That seemed as good a place as any to get a drink.

As the Forsaken approached the tent where they served alcohol, it appeared mostly empty. There was one other patron, a Night Elf who appeared to be drinking tea. In Gutterspeak, Arrens muttered to himself, “Bloody kaldorei…”

The Night Elf raised his head. Arrens got a good look at him. His eyes were covered with a blindfold. He was shirtless and wore a long, flowing robe. It occurred to Arrens that the elf was blind. And yet he looked right at the Forsaken and in broken, heavily accented Gutterspeak said, “Not bloody yet, undead.”

Arrens was impressed, though he maintained his passive mein. Never before had a kaldorei spoken his “native” language. And the elf was clearly not unnerved about sitting so close to an undead rogue. This was a peculiar creature indeed.

As Arrens sat drinking his Darkmoon Reserve, he heard the telltale sounds of a concert nearby. Apparently, the Elite Tauren Chieftains were playing at the Faire. Arrens grumbled. He never  understood the fascination with them. I mean, they weren’t even all Tauren, for fel’s sake! It seemed like false advertisement.

Just as the rogue was getting ready to leave, two others took a seat at the same table as he. He had never met them before, but he recognized them from various posters displayed at various Horde cities. He had also seen wanted posters for them within Stormwind when he was recently there. If he was correct, they were the warlock and rogue tandem known as Syrana and Sideshow. Arrens nodded at them as they sat down. The Blood Elf warlock looked to the kaldorei, then back at Arrens. “You do know who that is, don’t you, rogue?”

Arrens shook his head. “No, elf. Why? Should I?”

“He’s the demon hunter. Greyseer is his name. A worthy adversary if ever there was one,” she explained.

Arrens grunted. “A demon hunter, eh? He binds himself with demons then? And they think I’m the evil one…”

Without warning, the tables began to fill up. The Tauren Chieftains had completed their show and everyone began piling in the tent. Some people were new faces the rogue had never seen before. Others were considered “heroes” for their respective factions. The one known as Fimlys appeared, followed by Saresa, Tigorasou and Spoonwolf. The troll hunter Brajana arrived next. There was the overly large dwarf known as Brigwyn, the Orc warrior Ratshag, Nibuca, Hydra, Jezriyah, Mattycus and many more.

The rogue looked at all those gathered. Members of the Horde & Alliance sitting together, their weapons stayed for the evening. Tonight, there would be no bloodshed. Drinks flowed merrily among the crowd. Stories were told and laughs were shared.

When Arrens awoke the next morning, he had no recollection of how he had been returned to the school campus. He went outside to find his steed was not in the stables. He would have to return to Mulgore to pick it up and ride back to the school. This was, no doubt, a trick played upon him by the filthy Alliance to steal his coin or his mount. “I’ll make them pay. I’ll make them all pay,” he said as he began the long walk to Thunderbluff.

((Special thanks to all of the bloggers and Twitterati that showed at Blizzcon this past weekend. This story is sort of a combination of everyone I saw/met/ran into over Friday & Saturday evenings. And I’m sure there’s at least a few dozen more I’ve forgotten to mention. Regardless, you all rocked my socks and I’m looking forward to doing it all again next year.))