It was the feast of Winter Veil and like so many other members of the Alliance, Draynee headed to Ironforge to celebrate. It looked like Great Father Winter was being especially generous this year.
Under the tree there was a human death knight. The death knight was holding a rather shabbily wrapped gift and was stopping all the Draenei and asking, “Excuse me, but are you Draynee? Or do you know where I can find her?”
Stepping forward Draynee said, “I’m Draynee! Who are you and why are you looking for me?”
“I’m Tyledres, and I was told to give this gift to you,” the death knight said. She started to hand it forward when a mage blinked between the two.
“Wait a minute!” cried the mage. Staring at Tyledres she said, “You’re not supposed to be here! You’re not a Draenei and you don’t transmog your gear!”
Tyledres glance at her gear. It looked good to her. She especially like the skulls. Staring at the mage’s outfit she couldn’t help but remark, “But at least I don’t look like a color-blind space gypsy!”
“I’m festive not color-blind!” screamed the mage as she cast polymorph polar bear on Tyledres.
The mage couldn’t help grinning at the polar bear. “She’s definitely looking more festive now.” The mage than turned her gaze to Draynee. “Sorry about that,” she said, “I’m Azilem the mage.”
Azilem stared expectantly at Draynee and made a quick adjustment to her hat. Clearly Azilem was waiting for Draynee to say something. “Um hi Azilem,” began Draynee. Remembering how the mage reacted when her outfit was disparaged she decided to compliment it instead. “That’s an interesting outfit you put together.”
“It’s pretty amazing isn’t it?” gushed Azilem. If you want to recreate I made it from these pieces:
|Head: Red Pointy Hat
Shoulder: Hibernal Mantle
Chest: Red Linen Vest
Shirt: Scarlet Filigreed Doublet
Hands: Windwool Gloves
Waist: Captain Sander’s Sash
Legs: Greenblood Pantaloons
Feet: Fire Striders
Whistling happily Azilem than thrust the gift the death knight Tyledres had been holding into Draynee’s hands and began to cast a portal. Once finished she grabbed the polar bear death knight, tossed it though the portal and then followed herself.
Feeling a bit bemused Draynee than looked at the gift that had been thrust into her hands. It looked like a three-year-old had wrapped it and it smelled a little funny. Wondering if the smell came from having been in the death knight’s possession or if it was from the gift itself Draynee carefully unwrapped the gift.
Inside she found this drawing –