Darren turned from Velexis, his deep blue eyes blinking in surprise. A tauren; by Lordaeron, they are massive. And . . . What do we have here? A worgen? "Payment . . . Hopefully." Darren added, as an afterthought. He eyed the Worgen suspiciously. Though they were part of the Alliance, this one was not. Not officially, anyway. By the looks of him, he was part of the Cenarion Circle, as was the tauren. They seemed like close friends, willing to back each other up and fight for each other's lives. "I had a friend like that once upon a time," Darren muttered, not sure if they could hear him, not sure if they would understand what he was meaning. "That would watch my back, as I would his. That was willing to sacrifice his life for mine, as I would have for him." The young mage paused, looking up at the Frostwyrm. "Then the damned Horde came along, and that little farce was ended." As he spoke, his hatred for the Horde was reigniting again, but he forced himself to suppress it. Mercenary or not; I have to learn to control it.