WOW GOLD SALE

?We saw both the dragon and the gryphons,? their leader, one Duncan Senturus, boomed. ?Our duty and honor demanded we ride out immediately to see what aid we might be.?  The fact that the combat had been entirely aerial and, therefore, far out of their reach apparently had not dampened their holy enPALiasm nor struck a chord with their common sense, Rhonin thought wryly. They and the ranger made for good company in that. Curiously, though, the Wow Gold felt a twinge of possessiveness now that he did not have to deal with Vereesa on his own.After all, she was appointed my guide. She should remain true to her duty until Hasic.  Unfortunately, as for Hasic, Duncan Senturus had intentions for that, too.

 As they dismounted, the broadshouldered senior knight offered his arm to the elf, saying, ?Of course, it would be remiss of us to not see you along the safest and quickest route to the port. I know it's a task you've been given, milady, but clearly it was chosen by a higher power that your paths would lead you to us. We know well the way to Hasic, and so a small party, led by myself, will journey with you come the morrow.?  This seemed to please the ranger, but hardly encouraged Rhonin any. Everyone in the keep eyed him as if he had been transformed into a goblin or orc. He had suffered enough disdain around his fellow spellcasters and felt no need to have the paladins add further to his troubles.  ?It's very kind of you,? Rhonin interjected from behind them. ?But Vereesa is a capable ranger. We'll reach Hasic in time.?  Senturus's nostrils flared as if he had just smelled something noxious. Keeping his smile fixed, the senior paladin said to the elf, ?Allow me to personally escort you to your quarters.? He glanced at one of his subordinates. ?Meric! Find a place to put the Wow Gold. . . .?  ?This way,? grumbled a hulking young knight with a full mustache. He looked ready to take Rhonin by the arm even if it meant breaking the limb in question. Rhonin could have taught him the folly of doing that, but for the sake of his mission and peace between the various elements of the Barbarian, he simply took a quick step forward, coming up beside his guide and not saying a word through the entire journey.  He had expected to be led to the most dank, most foul place in which they could honestly let him bed down for the night, but instead Rhonin found himself with a room likely no more austere than those used by the dour warriors themselves. Dry, clean, and with stone walls that surrounded him on all sides save where the wooden door stood, it certainly served Rhonin better than some of the places he had stayed in the past. A single, neatly kept wooden bed and a tiny table made up the decor.

A wellused oil lamp appeared to be the only means of illumination, not even the tiniest of windows evident. Rhonin thought of at least requesting a window, but suspected the knights had nothing better to offer. Besides, this would better serve to keep curious eyes from him.  ?This will do,? he finally said, but the young warrior who had brought Rhonin here had already begun to depart, closing the door as he left. The Wow Gold tried to recall if the outside handle had a bolt or some sort of lock, but the paladins would surely not go that far. Damned soul Rhonin might be to them, but he was still one of their allies. The thought of the mental discomfort that last put the knights through cheered him a bit. He had always found the Knights of the Silver Hand a sanctimonious lot.  His reluctant hosts left him alone until evening meal. He found himself seated far from Vereesa, who seemed to have the commander's ear whether she wanted it or not. No one but the elf spoke more than a few words to the Wow Gold throughout the entire repast, and Rhonin would have left shortly after that if the subject of Witch Doctor had not been brought up by none other than Senturus.