Posters spread out on the walls all over Stormwind.

The posters are made of silverparchment, the black ink used to write holds no signature but judging by the delicate handwriting it would be easy to assume it is made by a womans hand.

“Our roads did cross, I smelled your scent
In the darkness of Darkshire your feet went.
It was but for a moment a single glance
But that is why I am taking this second dance.

Cloths of yellow and of brown
Common clothing not a gown
Hair of silk, heart so cold
Once I hoped that you me, would mold.

Where the dead wind blows
I summon thee
Hawked nose
It is you.. That I need to see.

I shall wait among the wind,
The birds sings high about your skin.
One step inside and I shall see
If you truly come to meet with me.

The hips they sway, the silvered tongue
The light will shatter as the enemies run
They burned my love, yet they did not
Memories of a passing, not easy forgot.

And if you refuse to heed my call
Then I must hold a private ball
Where the magic flows, high in the air
Where one can see every chandelier

In the air, the soft caress
Being host, in lovely dress
For I will look from town to town
Until I spot your skin so brown.

For I have learned of black and white
I have learned of ways and rite
But I am bored, I long to see
What the world can offer me…

I have a gift, a friend for you to see
I wish an audience
Will you answer me. “

Ralegh sighs staring down a wall covered in posters.
He has not got a clue what any of them reads, nor does he think any citizen would have time to read them all.
But above all wonder of what the scribbles he can't decipher reads, John tries to figure out one thing above all... The fuck is the wall behind this papery mess even made off? is it brick? is it wood? He has no clue, because fuck if he can see through all the paper.
If he could read he might chuckle at the poster he hangs up on the wall, the poster he has been ordered to hang all over the city.
For anybody who is able to read however it would clearly say
"Please stop polluting our beautiful city with all these papers all over the walls.
Best regards The Stormwind Regiment
Ps. the irony of how we deliver this statement is not lost on us."

Ps. the irony of how we deliver this statement is not lost on us.<3

*ponders who this is ment for*

Simaria stops and reads the writing, and smiles. She appreciate the lyrical quality of it, secretly wondering who it is for, then walks on.

Hawked nose.....defo Jeanpierre.

(Its very lovely!)

Go- I mean Anethion.... the look on his face <3

Osmand wrote:Hawked nose.....defo Jeanpierre.

The hips they sway

I sure do not hope this does fit Jeanpierre.. If so I must have missed out XD

My guess would actually be Sophyra for some reason.

Ave/Sariella wrote:My guess would actually be Sophyra for some reason.

Yeah, me too. Nose, hips, brown skin. Many hints! o:

Sophyra or Garrosh...

Nah, you sill fowls, it's obviously for Fortesgue.

It totally fits. cough cough