Bunsandpups
Wolfermelon
She waited patiently for the Gilneans to have their whispers and gossip, wanting to be alone with her companion before explaining. "Warlocks are... not unlike Shamans, in a sense. Rather than spirits, however, it is Fel creatures with which they commune. They forge dark pacts in exchange for their power. Many are ostracized or even outright banned. To be a Warlock in Gilneas was to risk expulsion from your home. The practices aren't met with much love anywhere on Azeroth, from what I can tell." She waved to a group of Gilneans that walked by, giving them a slight nod at a questioning glance.
"They're not sure what to think of you, you know. Neither was I, when I first saw you. I thought you might have been a Druid form I hadn't seen before." She let her fingers skim over the top of the pond, watching the ripples they formed. "Then again, I'm certain we got a few of the same looks from those who hadn't heard we were coming here after Gilneas was assaulted."
"They're not sure what to think of you, you know. Neither was I, when I first saw you. I thought you might have been a Druid form I hadn't seen before." She let her fingers skim over the top of the pond, watching the ripples they formed. "Then again, I'm certain we got a few of the same looks from those who hadn't heard we were coming here after Gilneas was assaulted."