Vara D'Anastasis' shiny, expensive boots crunched as they made contact with Durotar earth. The Sin'dorei woman stretched, slender arms rising above her long ears and giving the Goblin zeppelin master a good look at her form. Though she was armored, Vara had not worn her usual full plate and instead opted for lighter leathers with plate gloves, boots and spaulders. He wasn't sure who she was, but he could tell from her ornate attire that she was someone important. Her armor was colored the usual black and red of the Blood Knights, however her plate was lined with gold and her gloves socketed with what he assumed were enchanted gemstones. Her leather jerkin, woven together with some sort of red material, was largely hidden by the Blood Knight tabard she wore. On her hip was a short sword whose pommel held within the Blood Knight insignia, holstered in a scabbered with the head of a phoenix on the end. The Goblin licked his lips at the exquisite sight before him, unsure which excited him more, the Elf woman or her expensive armor. He looked at the back of her head as she walked away, long blonde hair pulled up into a bun on the back of her head while two long tendrils of hair flowed past her shoulders and onto her chest. Her leather-clad hips rolled and even behind the paladin he could clearly see the bounce of her long eyelashes. His eyes were beginning to inspect her long legs when he was nearly startled into standing at attention from the call of her voice.
"Come on, sis." Vara D'Anastasis turned around, allowing for the first time a look at her face. The zeppelin master could have sworn he had seen her on Sin'dorei propaganda posters. She was like the poster child of Sin'dorei beauty and superiority. She had a beauty mark to the left of her full lips which were covered in a crimson lipstick and her long eyebrows wiggled slightly in the wind as she gazed back at her sister. The woman's burning emerald eyes were stern, yet tender as she eyed her sister with a smirk.
"Here you are mister." He was once again startled as a redheaded Sin'dorei woman took his hand and deposited a gold coin within in.
"A-ah thanks!" he stammered, watching the apparent sister jog up alongside the platinum haired paladin whilst fidgeting with the buttons on a pretty blue satchel.
"I wonder if we can get a zeppelin up and running to Silvermoon." he thought, rubbing his chin with one hand and the gold coin with the other.
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"I don't know what this is but it's pretty good." Valenia placed her empty mug back on the table and beamed at her sister. "Stop glaring at them, they might challenge you to an honor duel or something and then brand you when you lose."
"Keh! Why do you assume I'd lose? Besides I was only returning their gaze." Vara gave the group of orcs diagonal from them a dismissive wave of her armored hand before focusing her attention on her giggling sister.
"Got your attention, didn't I?"
"And my drink as well apparently."
The two sisters shared a laugh before getting up and leaving. The two belonged to a noble family known for their political connections and financial support of the war effort against the Amani trolls as well as during the Third War against the Scourge. Though one was a Blood Knight and the other a mage, both were exceptionally talented, as they had been groomed to be. The two D'Anastasis sisters were in Orgrimmar on important business. Sometime within the past quarter year an important family heirloom was stolen from their estate and they had received instructions to meet someone within a secluded part of the city - gold in hand of course.
"I'm going to check the market, see if it's actually being pawned off there."
Vara nodded. "Be careful, Valenia."
"No worries, nothing but gentleman in this city!" Valenia laughed and took off, her sister eyeing her until she was out of sight.
Vara sighed and looked down at the wrinkled piece of paper in her hand which contained her instructions on where to go. "Such atrocious handwriting."
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Rogg tossed a bone behind him, having stripped it of any meat it once had and laid down, hands behind his head. He was in his favorite relaxing spot. A secluded little area with nothing in it but a tree and peace of mind from the usual bustle of the city. Behind and to the left him, a wall of rock. To the right of him, pressing against orange rock, the back of a large library meant for the likes of mages and warlocks. He was a modest blacksmith and not much fun a people person, so he appreciated his time here, isolated from the city.
Rogg was half-asleep when he heard the sound of boot crunching against Durotar rock. He sat up and inched his hand towards his axe but did not pick it up. There was only one entrance into his secluded relaxation spot and he eyed it warily. "Maybe someone dissatisfied with my work?" he thought.
"Huh?" he blurted out. "A Night Elf? No wait that's one of those Blonde Elves."
The Blonde Elf didn't seem to hear him as she stepped forward, green eyes spanning over the small enclave and flickering over his axe. She seemed to have the image of some kind of chicken all over her armor. "Some kind of weird cult?" he thought.
She was the first one to break the silence. "Why are you shirtless, Orc?"
Rogg blinked and scratched his temple. "Tanning."
Her eyes narrowed as she studied him and pondered the subject of Orc tanning. He had the same skin color as her flaming emerald eyes. Was he trying to become darker or had he already reached his desired complexion? Her thoughts were interrupted by his gruff voice.
"Who are you?"
