Dim, flickering lights illuminate the basement of the pub – a clear contrast to all the noise and ruckus happening above. Lady Bogmara sat at the capital of the lone, long table that populates the room. A smile crept across her lips as she playfully stoked Hesriana’s tail which happened to be nearby. The succubus didn’t seem to mind except for a slight moan that escaped her lips, which was immediately lost amidst the noise in the room – Orcs, all neatly donned in black and sporting fedora hats, have gathered from different parts of Azeroth at her call.
Hers is no army, she thought as she leaned and observed everyone.
