Heavenly and Fallen
Pulling the hood of his cloak over his head, Kasindor stepped out into the rain that regularly pounded the port city of Theramore. He had traveled here with the Draenei, Zadia a short time ago, having left the Orc Marouka just beyond the city walls as not to raise the watch alarms. So far the orc had seemed trust worthy but Kasindor would always keep an eye on him, generations of war would not be wiped away in a few short days.
Regardless of what happened, Kasindor was making sure he was ready for anything. Besides having the mages teleport his horse to the city, he had some of his store belongings brought as well. He had little in the way of personal belongings but he figured if he would be travelling with a group for a while he should stock up some things. A few extra clothes, soap and healing salves topped the list. While travelling alone, Kasindor rarely worried about the blood and dirt that would cold his body and gear but with a group he figured he would try to act civilized.
Part of him wondered why he even agreed to traveling with the others. He had never been one to enjoy the company of others, petty drama and gossip were not to his liking. Maybe he felt a bit protective of Zadia, worried of what Marouka's true intentions were. The orc was always stealing glances at the young draenei, it unsettled Kasindor to think that he might try to violate her.
Furrowing his brow and shaking off the thoughts, Kasindor made his way back towards the inn.