“Whatsh da total, Kylene?”
I shoot an exasperated look at the gyrating barmaid who can’t seem to stand still for a moment.
The blood elf wiggles her behind to the music as she bends over to do the math on a parchment.
“OK, that was nine flagons of mead and three jugs of bourbon. Let’s see …”
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Holding up two stubby fingers to Dreg Cloudsweeper, Ringo reads from the menu.
“Clefthoof Ribs for me and the missus, good man!”
I wearily lean me head against Ringo’s shoulder while the Wildhammer Stronghold innkeeper disappeared into the back room. It had been a very long day and I wanted nothing more than a nap after we filled our bellies.
Ringo mumbled something and I slowly turned to face him.
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Licking the Very Berry Cream off me fingers, I reach into the box of chocolates on me lap and pull out a cherry-topped Buttermilk Delight. With me other hand, I lift up the novel I was reading and pick up where I left off.
As Nahni glided up, the grizzled warrior gave her a hard stare.
“I suppose you’re here to collect the reward for killing those murlocs?”
Her eyes wandered down to the glowing broadsword at his side.
“That depends on what the reward is, Marcus.” She twirled her hair playfully, pretending not to notice how he shifted uncomfortably in her presence. “I may not want it.”
I fumble me hand around in the box distractedly, looking for a Dark Desire treat when me breathing slows as the untamed, savage hero speaks!
Chaka chaka chaka. Chaka chaka chaka.
The swift yellow mechanostrider. Brassy yellow. Obnoxiously yellow.
Chaka chaka chaka. Chaka chaka chaka.
And the abhorrently loud mechanization was about to be all mine … all mine.
Chaka chaka chaka. Chaka chaka chaka.
“I’ll take one of these to go.” I say as I check out me reflection on the metallic surface of the mechnostrider, winking at meself.