Zenobya Amberblaze

Zeno entered the tavern, clearly agitated at the recent turn of events and the fact that is was a busy night with plenty of opportunity for eavesdroppers. She spotted Dizarak near the back bar and marched up to him, smiling briefly at the greeting she received from the various workers near the door.

Diz looked at her with concern. For her to be away from Olathia's side meant something must have happened. “What brings you out tonight?”

Zeno frowned, noticeably different from her usual scowl. “I have more information about our 'friend'.”

Diz's eyes widened as he nodded. “Come with me.” He excused himself from the small group he'd been speaking with and lead her upstairs to speak with one of his mates, another member of the Raven...

“Hildegar...”

Zenobya woke with a start in a full sweat, reaching for her closest runeblade. Her eyes darted around the tent, the droplets turning to ice crystals as she regained her bearings and began to calm herself.

That's right, I'm in Olathia's camp.

She slowly rolled to her feet from her bedroll, wiping the ice from her forehead with her free hand. That was a name she hadn't heard in quite some time, one that brought nightmares of her former self.

I don't have time for this.

She compartmentalized the panic and quickly donned her black fur cloak - a gift she wore more for silencing the sound of her plate mail and blending into the darkness than for warmth, grabbed her other sword, and slipped silently from...

Zeno sighed and gently patted Fifalr's neck before releasing him to the skies above Tol Barad. Diplomacy had never been her strong point in life, and even more so wasn't in undeath. She made sure to secure her blades in their sheaths so as to appear as least threatening as possible before entering the tavern. She was not there to cause a scene, which is why she was visiting on an off night as opposed to during their scheduled faction-neutral mixers.

She walked through the door, eyes searching for signs of activity, settling on a pair of employees conversing softly by the fireplace. One of them was an Illidari who worked security and she was hoping he'd be there, and the other... Well, this was unfortunate.

Dizarak Sanar...