(the definitive first part) -To overwrite yesterdays rambles, mostly set up and mood stuff. And the daily grind- Bhasu sat atop the roof of the Pig and Whistle Tavern, idly staring out over the bustling streets of Old Town. Bustling, being a relative term, since this is where he came to avoid the noise and chaos of Stormwind proper. Old Town. It was old, run down, and best of all, shady. This was the sketchy part of Stormwind that made rogues feel at home. All sorts of low-lives could be found here. Run of the mill ruffians,assassins on loan from Ravenholdt, pickpockets, liars, spies, poison crafters. To Bhasu, this felt like home. A smile spead across his dusky face as he thought about this. How here, amongst the humans he felt more at home than he ever had on the Tree. Senra and the othe