Nyx

The Golden Eagle sees the island beneath him... One wing dips and he begins to spiral down. A few minutes later he's making slow passes over Fray island. Enough is enough. The eagle swoops low, pops into a Tauren, and runs into the barracks.

Breiten kicks the remains of the podium as he looks for the kitchen.

After a hard day of quaffing Ratchet made swill, Bael'spar "Guardian Fist" Mon'tisto, Hero of the Sin'dorei, Light of the Sunsfury, Engineer of the ArCane Mk XIV, Blood Knight Commissar, Gulch Defender, Friend to the Thunder Bluff Geologist Society, Slayer of Fashionistas, Punter of Gnomes/Children, and Nightwarder of Nyx entered the barracks to find the splintered remains of his latest attempt to repair the podium. Perhaps he shouldn't have had Yaen'gohl read him Myth'rael's latest...Yes, that was a poor choice. For, obviously, Eyesore had beaten him here. Sorrow was likely ravaging the kitchen.

Hmmm...the orc's customer odor of "nothing here but us orc-shaped trees" was missing from the guild house. A scent not unlike Darnassian bleu cheese. If it wasn't Eyesore, then who could it be?

As fortune would have it, another Nyxer was strolling by. It would be a shame to miss another Nyxer's bravery in the face of the unknown.

With that in mind, Bael'spar went and caught the unwary Nyxer.

"There's someone in the kitchen," whispered the paladin. "You go in and surprise him, and I'll be right at the back door if you need back up."