Even as the red sun descended over the horizon, Thanalan remained near to broiling. Ul'dah flickered and waved in the distance, heat throwing off the proper distance and making the Jewel seem as a mirage. That didn't stop the group of adventurers, men and women from every race and tribe and land, from ordering themselves in a rough, curving line. Beneath bare and booted feet the dust thirsted for sustenance. Soon the desires of the land would be quenched; Blood sweat and tears would always flow free in the Wash.
A highlander woman stood atop a large stone in well-worn black and red chain-and-mail. She eyed the line down one way then the other, one perfectly groomed brow rising at this week's lot of miscreants looking to make a name for themselves.
"Let's get one thing out of the way," she said in a loud, clear voice. The idle chatter stopped as attentions turned in the direction of the woman. "Last time was a warning. Next man to outgrow his britches is going to lose a lot more than a hand." The slight curve of her smile said all else that needed to be said and a low, nervous laughter rippled through the menfolk.
Erin Castille was satisfied with the result. "With that outta the way, then: Welcome to the Grindstone. First rule: No killing..."
A highlander woman stood atop a large stone in well-worn black and red chain-and-mail. She eyed the line down one way then the other, one perfectly groomed brow rising at this week's lot of miscreants looking to make a name for themselves.
"Let's get one thing out of the way," she said in a loud, clear voice. The idle chatter stopped as attentions turned in the direction of the woman. "Last time was a warning. Next man to outgrow his britches is going to lose a lot more than a hand." The slight curve of her smile said all else that needed to be said and a low, nervous laughter rippled through the menfolk.
Erin Castille was satisfied with the result. "With that outta the way, then: Welcome to the Grindstone. First rule: No killing..."