The Gathering

Arganthus zigged port side as he came out of Faddius's make shift office. Three men dismounted geldings and nearly trampled Arganthus where he stood.

"We're late." Stated the fair haired man who lunged into Faddius's, leaving his steed to one of the other two.

"If we've missed it, it will be our heads." Stated the dark haired man who caught his companion's reigns.

"And what of my head?" Asked Arganthus.

"What of it boy." Stated the dark haired man again. The third man, who was covered up, stayed quiet.

"You nearly ran me down as I came out!"

"Then you should watch where you're going lad." The dark haired man laughed.

Arganthus pulled his sword from its scabord with a shlink and heald it dead center in front of him and between the two men.

"We're late boy, and you don't want to fight us. Not us, not tonight." Grinned the dark haired man. Arganthus could swear the man's voice began to change, getting deeper, more primal.

"You're right, I simply would like an apology." Arganthus offered.

"Then you have it." From the hooded man this time, who bowed dramatically and followed the fair hair inside Faddius's.

The dark haired man said nothing as he secured the geldings by all three sets of reigns and disappeared into the shadows. Arganthus slipped away his sword and was sure Polchemy would have any more work for him very soon what with all the activity in Ironforge the last few days.