Hresden and Lymalis arrived in Orgrimmar around the same time, though he still could not fathom how a wyvern managed to carry both his sister and her cat. But they were both there at landing, Kydah flicking her tail and his sister glancing around with narrowed eyes, their glow casting strange shadows across her face.

"Where do we start?" she asked.

Hresden pointed down at the pole at the base of the flight tower and replied, "I was there when I saw her and...what?" He scowled at her disapproving look and snapped, "You know I do not care a whit about what other practitioners think of me. Or most anyone else."

"Perching on top of the signpost is still silly," commented Lymalis as she started down the ramp towards the bottom of the tower. He sighed and followed after her, not even bothering to continue with the old argument of her thinking he should act more like the other mages and him not wanting to act like something he wasn't. If he wanted to perch on the damned signpost, well he would perch on it and everyone that looked at him funny could deal with it.

"I'll look forward," he said as they reached the bottom of the tower, gesturing towards the always open Orgrimmar gates. "That leaves you the other way."

"Kydah, search between, dearheart," purred Lymalis, rubbing the big cat behind the ears. A purr answered her and with a flick of her tail she bounded off, her partner heading on her own path a moment later on nearly silent feet. Hresden frowned after them, still a bit annoyed, and strode in his chosen direction.

Absently he conjured a small fireball and toyed with it as he walked, passing the bonfire and the bank up as he continued on towards the entranceway. He was still too annoyed to really notice his surroundings.

Kydah wandered back around the bank, dodging around the hooves of Tauren then yowled as a fireball exploded in front of her nose. Twitching singed whiskers, she looked up at the culprit with a snarl starting in her throat that immediately died.

Padding towards the Blood Elf sitting next to the fire, she sat down and nudged her head against the drunken Elf's shoulder. Despite the stench of alcohol on her and the reek of the fireballs, she could smell something familiar on the being in front of her - something that had the scent of her partner and the boy.

Purring, she laid down and waited to see which of the two would arrive first.