“What in the name of the High Tinker did you do that for?!” yelped the gnome, and aimed a kick at Buri, who managed to evade it by strafing to the left. The human, dwarf, gnome and squirrel had arrived in the Mystic Ward of Ironforge. The lanterns, torches and slag pits put the darkened city in an orange gleam, and the air was thicker than usual. There weren’t a lot of people out, since it was so late, but the gryphon roost should still be open and functional. Buri picked his nose and stared at Sonar, who emptied his pockets on the ground. - Going to fight necromancers, are you?