Xeremuriis

Her blue skin is bright, her glowing eyes sparkling and wide. Her face is - for a draenei - still plump and rounded, like that of a girl only reaching towards womanhood. Her right horn is about an inch shorter than her left, broken off from the look of it.

Her movements are marked with a coltish awkwardness. Around her neck hang several charms on leather cords or silver chains, all tangled up together in a clattering, attractively artless mess. She bears fewer tendril rings than most of the adults among her people - a single gold band at the base of her tail and two thin gold ones on her neck tendrils. The green lacquer armor she wears is adorned with golden links - appearing more suited to ritual or dance than fighting, and her gold-inlaid axes look decorative rather than useful. A faint scent of baked goods and peacebloom trails behind her.

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Pronunciation: "Seh-rah-merr-ish"
Nicknames: Little Cat
Motto: You don't have to feel safe to feel unafraid.
Scars: The tip of her right horn is broken.
Affiliations: Ebon Blade (?!)
Languages: Draenei, Common, Dwarven, Gutterspeak, Goblin, Kalimag

At a Glance:
Smells like... A faint mix of baked goods and peacebloom.

Those who frequented Stormwind's Canal Street over the last two years would have seen her sweeping up outside a baker's cart, or even at times selling the renowned baker's craved cupcakes before he sold the cart and moved to a fully mobile business model.

The young draenei has been seen of late at the rebel camp in Northern Stranglethorn, selling pastries and cupcakes from a gaily-painted traveling cart driven by a red-bearded dwarf.

Attendees of the Grinning Skull Market may recognize her as the cheerful companion to the shrouded man who sold esoteric wares for a time and was later rumored to run the fighting pits.