[b]Thalion Runescar[/b]




The sun was high in the sky as Thalion arrived at the home of the wardens. The overall structure was heavily influenced by elven architecture and a grand fountain in the courtyard heralding Elunes infinite blessings had been arranged flawlessly with the layout. The gardens surrounding the area were well tended, both magically and by the groundskeepers who seemed to take great pride in their loving reverence to their moon goddess. Being a Blood Elf, all he felt was a sickening sense of something akin to distrust. It was only thanks to his personal need to detach himself from both Horde and Alliance politics that allowed him to ignore his racial dislike of other Elves. His hands grasped the handles of his swords as if reassuring him that should it come to blows.. Well, he was prepared in any case. 

Wrapped in his usual hunting leathers he approached the compound openly. His gait was steady and balanced, meant to show others his confidence and ability without ever needing to display his prowess with the twin swords at his belt. Arrogance was another way to describe it to the callous onlooker. To believe this Rogue thought highly of himself because he had been chosen by the wardens would be a fatal miscalculation to the unwary. Thalion had a high opinion of himself because he had earned it.
An outcast didn't last long if they weren't capable.

Rather than waltz into the main compound, as he likely was expected to, Thalion instead choes to remain in the courtyard and take in the sights of this place. Few beyond the wardens themselves were allowed to see it. He would wait outside in the sun until he was called on. An organization like this not only knew he was coming, they had sentries. Someone would send word of a Rogue idling in the courtyard. The guards had simply let him in anyways. Only further confirming to him his course of action was proper.