11-19-2008, 06:37 PM
Accosted by Arathis on her way back from the stables, Erinne let herself be dragged along. The weary night elf didn't very much fancy talking to Commander Ebonlocke; in fact, the only thing she fancied right now was a warm bath and a reasonably clean bed. She had exchanged a few words with the commander during her previous visits to Darkshire, but she doubted that Ebonlocke would remember her.
Althea Ebonlocke was young, even by human standards, but hardships and worry had already taken a toll on her appearance. She looked at the night elf wearily, and it was obvious she regarded her as nothing but another problem to be dealt with. Erinne bowed respectfully, and waited for her to speak.