After a long days hero work....

[Anny]

Anny enters the room, hurles her body into a chair and sighes. "d**n forsaken! They must have lost their brain in the proces... Been travelling around Ashenvale and they got me like 5 times. You know that feeling?"
She looks around the room, searching. "Wheres Boorian?"

[Boorian]

A loud burb sounds from the cellar, and Boorian walks out of the kitchen with a pint of beer in his hand. Instead of the usual plate gear he wears, he now got some soft green clothes on and a big brown hat on.
"Well if it isn't me good friend Anny the Hordestabber." Boorian sits down on a chair near her, and places his muddy feet on the table. "What have ye been doing? Ye cloth is filled with holes in't! Playing with the horde again ay?" Boorian waves to the bartender. "Can ye get a stout to me friend?"

[Anny]

As the Barkeep brings the beer Anny takes a large gulp of it. " That sure fell in a dry place Boo. Thanks a million. Those undead sure are a handful to cope by yourself... I'll be right back, have to go order some food." She rises from the table glances over her shoulder back at Boorian and blushes, the proceed to order her food.

[Alecia]

A snowclad figure appears out of nowhere in the inn. All clad in leather, with her old, currently drenched, wolfskin cape, and a few strands of purple hair, there's not much doubt about it. It's Alecia, back from another scouting mission.

Angrily, she mumbles to herself whilst putting away a small stone.

[Darnassian] "Thoribas man'ar" (( = "Accursed undead"))

She quickly brushes off the worst of the snow, and without paying much attention to the now wet floor, or the mildly annoyed innkeeper, she moves to the fireplace.
For a few seconds, she stands shivering, her hands almost touching the flames, before she even notices the presence of others in the room.

Grumpily, she forces a crooked smile and nods towards Anny and Boorian.

[Darnassian] "Ishnu'alah"

Without a thought, she takes off her cape and hangs it on a rack near the fireplace, pulls over a stool and sits down.

[Anny]

As she returns to the table, she sits shortly nods at Alecia, and from there doesn't seem to know that the elf is there.

"Ah.. some nice warm food 'ill be good."

As the barkeep brings her food she complains;

"Why did it take so long? I'm practically starving? Are you trying to kill me?"

He returns to his bar shaking his head. He is used to her complaining by now. "It's all she ever does, and bother the other customers. Oh well she pays good."

As Anny recieves her food she dives in straight away, eating like a starving dog, almost as if she hadn't seen food in a while.

[Alecia]

Alecia shakes her head a bit in disbelief, mutters a low "how can something that small eat that much so fast...", before she returns to contemplating 'how frozen things thaw'

[Anny]

"Because I'm superior in everyway, elf", Anny says with a slight touch of disgust in her voice. "Just 'cause you're tall and skinny it does not make you that much more likeable", again some disgust is detectable in her voice.

All who's known Anny well for a while knows how she feels about elves. They're a weak race!

[Alecia]

Alecia lets out a hearty laughter. "Still the same... 'superior' and 'arrogant' as always... well, at least you have bad days too. But trust me, you don't want to do my job, although you might be better for it... after all, it's easier to hide a gnome in 2 feet deep snow"

She giggles a bit for herself, then turns her attention to the barkeep.

"Barkeep, would you be so gentle as to heat up a pot of water? My sister sent me some tealeaves some days ago, and I've been dying to taste it"

The barkeep disappears for a second, and a loud order, sounding like a bark, can be heard.

[Boorian]

Boorian puts his arms up in defence. "No offences Alecia. But it's not like I don't like elves, but their architecture is just so.... Well... No offence girls. But it's like the elves used 'some' part of their bodies to messure, and that part sure aint strait." Boorian drinks alot of him beer, and some of it runs down in his beard, leaving it moist and shiny.
"No offenece Alecia but sailing make me seasick, and ye bridges dont help very much. When Anny runs over them I can't see her half the time. No offence Anny." Boorian takes another big sip of his beer, and wave the mug around while talking.
"What I'm trying to say is, I like gears more than twistet buildings. And... an understanding of an anvil and smoking hot metal is important to me. Elves dont care much for such things. I know you are an enginere Alecia and.... Bolocks!" Boorian empty the remaining beer. "In short terms. Alecia you to tall and thin, Anny you just the right size for me!" Boorian stands up. "Well... Time to go and hit the old anvil... Have a nice evening!"

[Alecia]

Alecia sighs and whispers for herself.

[Darnassian] "Boorian, do'rah dor ethala lo thori'dal..."

She pauses for a second, then continues.

"Dal'dieb, Boorian... Don't bang yourself over your fingers again..."
((Dal'dieb = "farewell", bruger hun ofte nok til at det er 'kendt'))

"...and, for the record.... I don't mind being too tall and too skinny for dwarven taste, or gnomish for that matter... You're too difficult to understand anyways"

The innkeeper approaches with a cup up hot water, she takes the cup, smiles and nods gratefully, and crushes some dry leaves over the surface of the water.

[Anny]

"Think I might turn in for the night. Have to make to the early boat to Ratchet," nods slightly at the elf "sleep well." Whisoers to herself "But keep an eye open...."

She quickly "scans" the room and then goes upstairs loudly insultning some drunk human on the way.