*Lady China took a stance that some might call impertinent. She called it comfort. Sitting on the bar of the Sword Swamp tavern she looked at the War Maps left by eager adventurers and warriors alike. So the World was Warcraft now, was it? She kicked the bag of Horde apparel that sat on the ground near her swinging feet. Of all her clothing her favorite was the leather mask that reminded her of nothing more than a thong that sat across her face and covered her eyes. "MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU" she laughed. Too bad it seemed the few remaining Yserbians had chosen a kinder and gentler Alliance path.

-Ah well, (her voice was quiet in a place were noise was paramount) our turn shall come again, boys and girls. Our turn shall come again...-