Nyx

*Aitana places a copy of The Emerald Dream Gazette on the bar*

"What's that, Aitana?" The young blood elf behind the counter looked over curiously and the bar shuttered in indignation at the paper on it. Aitana stroked woody grain of the bar gently causing it to settle down.

"A new newspaper. They are looking for writers. Do you think Yaengohl or others in Nyx would be interested in contributing?"

The elf shrugged. "Could be. He does seem to like messing with ink and reporting news."

"Well, when you see him, could you pass this on?"

"Leave it on the bar and he'll get it soon enough, and anybody else that's interested can take a look too."

"Good point. If you could, may I get some purified draenic water to take with me?"

They completed the transaction. With that, the elf went back to attending to other customers and Aitana left to fight in the next battle.

(( Thanks for the plug! I would've done it myself had I known your URL before. I'm hoping to get this going steadily before long, so all support is welcome! ))

*Warburn enters the inn after talking to Aitana outside*

*he orders the human working the tables, and sits by the bar grabbing the news-scroll*
fetch me some goblin fi'ah fuel, wench!

Hmmm *he says to no one but himself* "Waz dis? "
*Removing his helmet and weapons he sits down to read it while he waits for his drink*

Bael'spar levels his most serious and intent gaze in the direction of the druid apologist...

It's as though Yaen'gohl doesn't have enough to do. Do you see the sheen on these pauldrons? He has to go to Dustwallow Marsh, and squeeze the oils from the wings of dragon whelps to keep them supple and shiny. I rinse my hair with the tears of blink dragons. That doesn't come without some effort.

Then, there's this mad quest of his to better himself as a Horde rogue, as though they were not a dime a dozen as it were. Perhaps you should go and buy one of your own, and order him or her about.

As though he follows orders these days. I needed more Zangarian Sporefish, but he said that he was unable to attain them for me. Apparently, he has some fear of swamp striders; which left me no recourse but to get them myself. Besides, it gave me a chance to let Snarly play in the water, but that's beside the point!

Hhhrrumph!

Bael'spar lifts his glass, throws it over his shoulder, narrowly missing another Nyxer. He proceeds to continue draining the bottle.


((I like it, and will likely be submitting to it when I get the time. Thanks for putting it together, Avalanna.))