The odd group of young would-be heroes made their way through the streets of Stormwind.  The little druid was shifting in and out of the form of a fawn, allowing the delighted McJudgin to clammer up on her back and laugh as she bounded back and forth across the cobblestones.  The night elf hunter would only roll his eyes, sighing and glancing around lazily, pausing only to glare at his crane chick from time to time.  The worgen cub, now back in his human form, was staring off into space as they walked, humming to himself and paying everything else very little mind.

          When they reached the Cathedral District, Killushot scowled up at the towering golden spires of the Cathedral of Light.

          “Why did we come here?” he grunted.

          McJudgin slid off Specialkidd’s back, straightening his tabard.

          “Every raid has a holy paladin.  This place is our best bet at finding one.”

          Hotsndots smiled dreamily.

          “Ooooh, I get a healing partner?  Excellent.”

          When they entered the Cathedral of Light, McJudgin bent a knee to honor his Divine before entering the sanctuary.  The Children of Elune and their worgen companion simply wandered in, looking up into the cavernous ceiling with mild interest.

          The young paladin stood and began scanning the cathedral.  When his eyes fell upon a frazzled looking raven-haired little girl sitting in a candle lit corner surrounded by dusty tomes and scrolls, he pointed at her.

          “Her.”

          The night elf children glanced over at her.  Specialkidd wrinkled her nose.

          “That one?  She looks like a nerd.”

          They watched as the little girl muttered to herself, reading from the tomes before tossing her hand in the air and summoning the tiniest glow of Light from her fingertips.  The Light flashed momentarily before flickering out with a fizzle.  She scowled.

          “She’s not very good,” Killushot scoffed.

          “She’ll get better.  I can help her,” McJudgin pointed out.

          He began to stride over to the girl, raising his chin and stopping only once he stood over her.  She barely noticed him, her attention solely on her tomes.

          McJudgin cleared his throat loudly.

          Her gaze jerked up, her eyes wide.

          “Hello, fellow paladin.  Myself and my companions are embarking  upon a quest.  We require a holy paladin to heal our tanks.”

          To his surprise, the little girl’s eyes grew even wider.

          “But… I only kind of know how to heal…”

          “Best way to learn is by doing,” Specialkidd offered, bouncing up next to McJudgin.

          “I’m really bad,” she whispered.

          McJudgin shrugged.

          “Get better.”

          “Hey guys!” called Hotsndots, lazily wandering over with a small boy in his wake.  “I found a priest!  He says he’ll come with.”

          All eyes focused on the dark haired boy.

          “Good, he can be a healer, too.”

          The boy scowled.

          “I’m not a healer.  I’m a shadow priest.”

          McJudgin raised his brows.

          “You don’t want to heal?”

          “No.  I do damage.  I’m not healing and you can’t make me,” he declared.

          The paladin simply shrugged.

          “Fair enough.  What’s your name?”

          The young priest raised his chin.

          “I’m Prunced.”

          “Pruhnced?” the little druid girl teased.

          He narrowed his eyes.

          “No… Prunced.”

          “Prun-ked?” Specialkidd giggled.

          Prunced glared at the night elf girl.

          McJudgin turned his gaze back onto the little paladin girl sitting perfectly still on the cathedral floor.

          “Will you be our holy paladin...?”

          “I’m Surei,” she blurted.

          He nodded.

          “Right.  You can heal me and Specialkidd.”

          Surei paled.

          “But…”

          “It’s easy,” he continued dismissively.  “Just make sure we don’t die.”

          And with that, McJudgin turned and began leading the group towards the large double doors.  Surei scrambled to her feet, looking around frantically and snatching up the closest spellbook of holy spells before running after the group.

          “But where are we going?”

          “On an adventure!” the raid leader shouted over his shoulder.