[Elanorea]

Erinne glowered. She wanted nothing more than to be rid of this obnoxious elf, but she couldn't very well tell him off now; besides, she couldn't take this task on alone. She choked back a snappy reply, and said only "Very well then."

She whistled to her nightsaber, who had been munching on the entrails of a fallen Worgen. The large cat raised its head, licked its bloody jowls and came trotting to her side. "Shall we get going?" Erinne asked, nodding her head in the general direction of Darkshire.