The mageroyal looked absolutely stunning to Lyrica as she gathered the herbs and placed them into her satchel. She took a glimpse of her inventory and carefully arranged the blooms as to not disturb their structure. “A few more of these and I should be able to have enough to create that wine that that troll told me about back in Booty Bay."
A small smirk spread across the rogue’s lips as she thought fondly of her time there. She remembered the male blood elf warrior that had his way with her as well. She sighed as she recalled the swift and feverish way he placed his lips over hers and traced down to her neck. Next thing she knew…she shook her head. "Lyr, get it together…you left him behind in search of something better.” She silently continued to pick the florals and noticed a slight movement in the grassy knoll that laid out beyond a line of trees. Quickly, she went into stealth an creeped up towards the tree line. Crouched down like a nightsaber, she eased a little closer.
One more twig snap and suddenly the blood elf saw a gloved hand reach from behind her and cover her mouth. A sharp point dug into the rogue’s side, piercing the soft leather armor she wore. Her eyes a brighter green as fear and rage all swirled within the young rogue’s eyes. "You’d be dead by now with reflexes and stealth that moved that slow. Perhaps easing off the flask like recommended in the first place would do you some good.“ Lyrica tore away from the grasp and spun around to see her mentor, Aurora standing there.