#Wow blood elf male full#
Throwing the full sack upon his shoulder, he wanted to make his way home but was distracted by a small commotion centered around a huge, hulking figure covered with short fur and with bovine features. Greeting acquaintances and exchanging friendly banter with the merchants he knew, he made apples, pears, pommegranates and plums land into his bag, followed by berries, flour, honey, milk and sweet herbs. Stopping for a moment to greet a, judging by the colouration and fashion of her robe, Magus who just left her house and also went shopping, Eldhor headed for the stalls.
Finally, he took a turn to the left, passed the gate and emerged at his destination, already bustling with commerce and trade.Īs per usual, the stalls at the Bazaar were not arranged into neat lines or separated by kind, but rather set up the elven way, intersected with one another and with auctioneer posts in semblance of nature's randomness. He walked down the plaza of the Walk, passing dozens other Sin'dorei going about their businesses, nodding at the guards on patrol and greeting the occasional Farstrider who happened to walk by, moving out to the woods to attend their duties. He began to made his way towards the Bazaar where peddlers and street vendors already assembled their stalls, setting their freshly-gathered foodstuffs on display. He put on his tunic and trousers, followed by a pair of soft leather boots, a green cloak and left through the door, emerging on the paved ground of the Walk of Elders. His two housemates and sister were to wake up soon, he recalled, and it was his turn to prepare breakfast. They never figured out how he found so many of the flowers they thought they were very careful in hiding them.Įldhor stretched under his fine woolen duvet for one last time, rolled out, reached for his clothes and rushed to the bathroom to perform his morning ablutions. Gessen Almavaar, head of the local Druid circle, found so many of them that he fashioned a chain and presented them to the two children. He'd been dreaming of his childhood, remembering a game he once played with his little sister, hiding flowers in various places around their village and watching who would find them. As the first rays of the golden dawn pierced the thin muslin curtains illuminating his bedchamber, Eldhor Galamin slowly roused from his nightly rest, a smile forming on his lips.