Mercy's Madness

A young draenei woman sat in the newly refurbished library, looking over the journals she had collected. Walking happily over to the youngling was a woman decked in sailing uniform.
"Oveliaa." The woman's commanding voice echoed through the room.
The draenei jumps, nervously shuffling the notes and journals together before standing up to turn to the human woman.
"Y-Yes Sarge?" Oveliaa asks, standing at attention.
"What have you learned?" 'Sarge' perks a brow, folding her arms behind her back.
"Oh so many things!" Oveliaa says, her eyes glimmering with the curiosity of a child.
Sarge nods, "I expect a full report... Now, I need to go speak to some recruits."
"Y-Yes ma'am." Oveliaa stutters nervously.
"Alexiia. Call me Alex." Sarge says with a knowing smirk as she walks out of the library.
"Well aren't you a tough ass." A short, young elf laughs as she waits outside with her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall.
Sighing softly, Alex looks at the elf, "Wot is it Rima?"
"Sheik wanted me to check on ya." Rima says lightly.
"Okay and wot's the real reason?" Alex crosses her arms across her chest.
"You always could see through that. I'm here to talk to you about Mercy's Madness." Rima pushes off the wall.
"Wot about my guild?" Alex narrows her eyes.
"I want in." Rima smirks.
Mercy's Madness, a guild with both naval and military background. The backbone of many alliances and friendships. This was a guild that none had faced the likes of and not lost the tip of their tongue or left unscathed from a battle. This was both the softest, and toughest guild one would meet..