WOW: Start of a Quest

Sat on the stairs outside the Royal Exchange, a young warlock finished attaching his last bag, and grinned. "Finally, time to begin my adventures."

As he walked towards the main gate, the warlock paused, wondering if he had forgotten anything.

"What'cha up to, little one?"

Whirling around, the Blood Elf jerked back at the sight of large, protruding tusk, a lot of dark plates and bright pink hair. He bristled.

"I'm going to go quest, Troll. And my name isn't "Little one", it's Deathsworn."

"I thought all ye elves had fruity names, mon. An' I ain't "Troll." I be Ark'ath."

Deathsworn's veridian gaze moved over the troll, who grinned. "Yer hair be nice, Death."


Tucking a stray ebon lock back into place, the elf frowned."It's Deathsworn. I'm sorry, did you need something?"

"Well, now all ya see is these idiots runnin' aroun' and gold-beggin. It's nice to see some of ye still take pride in hard work. You ever need me, I'll help ya."

The warlock nodded, and he frowned. "Hey, Ark'ath. You know the way to Farstrider's Retreat?"

"That I do. You be needin an escort?"

"I need a guide. I've...I never really left Silvermoon before. Not since..."

"The attack by Arthas? Yeh, it weren't purty, were it?"

Nodding, the elf blushed. "Yeah. So. Can you help me?"

"Mebbe. For a price."

The elf's jaw dropped. "B-but you just said-"

"I be needing to earn some cash too. Don' worry, I ain't like other rogues."

"How come?"

"I won kill ya for yah money after we leave the city."

"Oh." Weighing his options, Deathsworn reached into his bag. "Well, I only have about Five silver pieces."

"Mmm. I might have to be takin payment some other way, Death."

The rogue reached out, gently cupping the warlock's chin. Spluttering, the elf shot back.

"What the hell!?"

Laughing, Ark'ath patted his new companion's back. "I be pullin ya leg, mon. Let's roll. We can settle me fee later."

Deathsworn reluctanly followed the troll, his hands grabbing his dagger tightly. What've I gotten myself into?