Calithos Blyde
The sands of Tanaris held an unnatural bitter chill as the sun loomed over Kalimdor. The winds whipped about like fury unbound. Tanaris, no matter the months and seasons, should always be blistering. But then again, the world should also always be in one piece. That is not the case for the world, so will it be for Tanaris. The five traveling through Tanaris thought the same thing, but found it no less comforting.
Calithos pulled Remia into his lap a few hours ago, making a terribly perverse joke, but in reality he used it to sleep away the remaing hours of the trip. Since she actually had -some- sleep, he figured it best. Remia found this insulting and mildly demeaning. Calithos' response was not visible, but no less further infuriating. His snoring was at least drowned out by the flying machine's engine. Remia followed the three flying beasts and their riders, taking note.
She never met the elf, though knew -of- him. Farvus "Slotman" Ironfeather. A death dealing hunter who collected pelts from all creatures he slew. He gave her chills when she was told he was at least twelve thousand years old, making him ancient, even for the elves. His predatory glare was enough of a relic of Kal'dorei past. Eruk Redbeard was easier to identify. She met him some years back, surprised to know some deep level military commander seemed to know her husband in a rather intimate manner. Remia shook her head, before looking to the third. Miyula was this..terrible -thing-. She was former Scarlet, she knew that. Strung around Calithos mainly because she lacked direction, maybe? She knew he found her presence nothing short of a problem at best, and menacing at worst. She felt at least some comfort the woman never made advances of any sort. She seemed more pleased by whole sale misery from other men.
She looked back at her husband for a moment, attempting to make sense of how people like them even found each other. For Ironfeather, she knew he had not left Ashenvale since before the Kingdoms of man were erected. Redbeard was a captain, always at a frontline. Miyula..she did not want to think what horrible crypt she lurked when not with these people. She knew there were others. Were, being the key term. Many dead. He'd never go into detail what happened, why, who, what. He'd just say fewer are left, and that they still have jobs to do. She knew mercenary groups. She never shied from them when they needed a spellslinger to aid them, but these people never really -felt- like one. She was certain without some certain restraint against each other, they'd in fact tear into each other, or downright not acknowledge the other's existence. She shifted the flying machine as the single mountain in the desert rose in the distance.
The flyers all landed at the mouth of a cave on a modest mountain. An Alliance tower, crumbled and half buried in the sand, had a single soldier on watch, his form standing upright, despite the angle the tower suggesting gravity should mean he falls. Further along, a ship with a captain at the helm during a raging tide that splashed onto the ship, but showed no surrounding appearance. Water simply splashed into exixstence as the man screamed in strange tongue, and a crew of all races flitted about. At the mouth, a demon that look weathered, dried up and dessicated, glowered from the ground. It made a hoarse cry at them, before laying back down. They looke around, and knew well they were at the Caverns of Time.
A single gnomish woman wanders from the mouth of the cave, a staff with an hour glass with sand not moving in it in her little hands, greeted them. "Salutations, those called. I see you found your Healer." She gestured to Calithos, who yawned and muttered under his breath. She frowned at him deeply. "Your choice for a healer is poor and uneeded. Find another in Gadgetzan." She said, turning around. Eruk stepped forward. "Noo hold onna minnut, lass! Blyde's th'best yekin find!" He swung his sausaged finger at him. "Ye think we'll find someone capable o' th'work we need in some blasted gobbo town?!" He scowled at her. The gnomish woman looked at Farvus. "Dear Farvus, you said you were bringing a healer without compare. I see a lunatic and trickster. Explain this, before I simply wind him back." She made a circling gesture with her finger. Ironfeather shrugged. "You said bring the best. I know no greater healer in existence." He said plainly. The gnome frowned. "He requires a test." She gestured for him to follow. Into the caverns. Calithos frowned, looking at the others. Her voice carried in the caverns. "It will take but a minute." Miyula pulled out a sandwich, chewing on it. "Hurry up, Blyde. We don't have all day." She said through bites. Calithos smiled to Remia, before wandering in.