Bearclaw Valley "You have forgotten the face of your father.”

it did not take long before the dark figure of a mad-eyed woman came toward him. her stature did not suggest a kind or generous personality. illidan was careful to take a few steps back, lowering his crown in to show that he was respectful but also to provide a more defensive stance for himself. he was no fool; if the woman was to attack him directly and he did not brace for it, her fangs would leave lasting impressions.
 
she did not speak to him. instead the shadow regarded him with wicked violet eyes and a wordless query – what are you doing here? the ghost drew his crown up slightly, holding the distance that he had placed between them so that he might soften the air that they shared and release the tension. “looking for a place to work for… through winter. i can earn my keep just fine; a good fighter and scout… and scavenger,” he offered to her in a hollow tone.