The great pyramid of Dazar'alor was a sight to behold for the elven tourists as they reached the end of their voyage. For the first time ever, the capital of the great Zandalari Empire was open to the Horde. Many affluent citizens of Quel'Thalas were eager to explore this exotic land and all the pleasures of life it had to offer.
Erisel was one of these privileged few. As the daughter of a well-to-do house, she was the product of a noble lifestyle, affording all the luxuries she could ever want. She was not shy about her pedigree and most certainly played her part. She wore only lavish clothes, dined only at posh restaurants, and socialized only with the elite of society.
For this excursion, Erisel had chosen a risqué red outfit composed of thigh-high boots, a high-cut skirt, a sleeveless top exposing her midriff, and most interestingly, evening gloves that reached past her elbows. She accessorized this ensemble with golden hoop earrings, a choker necklace, a navel piercing, and a handcrafted leather purse.
The outfit was perfect for Erisel's voluptuous body. She possessed the right assets for an attractive female of her race: plump breasts, a tight waist, long legs, and a rounded derrière men would froth at the chance to spank. It was clear she took great care of her figure. Her soft skin was gently bronzed from sunbathing on the voyage, granting her a lively glow. Her long blonde hair was well-maintained, kept up in a ponytail that fell to her lower back.
Erisel didn't need the help of cosmetics to look stunning, but she used them anyway, expertly applying just the right amount of powder and oil to accentuate her dainty face. Her beauty was not limited to her appearance, either. Wherever she went, a floral fragrance would follow. Needless to say, she left quite an impression on anyone who crossed her path, inspiring desire from men and envy from women.
Erisel pulled down her rhinestone sunglasses to admire the view as the ship drifted into the harbor. The pyramid was bigger than she had imagined. 'Not bad for primitives,' she mused. She was not particularly fond of trolls or their culture but could appreciate architecture of this scale.
"Still wearing those gloves, darling?" said a man next to her. He was Erisel's fiancé, a rich sin'dorei man who knew how to appeal to her tastes... for the most part.
"Don't be absurd," Erisel countered. "I won't risk soiling my hands in this place. Anything you touch is probably filthy." Like her fiancé, she had the voice of an aristocrat, eloquent and condescending.
The man rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath.
"What did you say?" she snapped.
"Nothing," he said.
Erisel frowned her displeasure.
"Worty," she called to a goblin behind her, "we have reservations at the Spirits Be With You inn. Help Tasius bring our luggage up and check us in. I'm going to do some shopping."
"As you wish, Lady Summerlust!" Worty cheerfully obeyed as he lifted two suitcases full of clothes. Erisel guilty of overpacking for her trips, but this tropical port of call was just the excuse she needed to show off all the fancy beachwear she recently purchased on her fiancé's dime. Tasius begrudging disembarked, followed closely by a struggling Worty.
Now rid of her pestering fiancé, Erisel was free to strut about the city in search of ways to sate her curiosity. With a map in hand, she wandered from shop to shop, turning her nose up at the freakishly tall locals and ignoring their Zandali greetings. 'How do these people live?' she thought to herself as a wild direhorn crossed her path. Dazar'alor was a far cry from immaculate Silvermoon, and could undoubtedly benefit from a couple of enchanted brooms.
Turning a corner, Erisel found herself in the Zocalo, Dazar'alor's marketplace. As the beating heart of the city, the Zocalo was teeming with life. The sound of Zandalari drums and smell of Zandalari cuisine made her slightly disoriented. She weaved through the crowd of trolls, feeling increasingly out of place. 'Have they heard of bathing?' she inwardly complained.
Nearly stumbling over a cat-sized saurid, Erisel decided she has spent enough time in the lower caste. 'I could really use a bath,' she craved. She turned around to leave but realized she was missing her map when she reached into her purse. 'Probably stolen,' she determined. 'Savages.'
Relying now on intuition, Erisel began her long walk back to the inn. She was too proud to admit she was lost, but it would eventually become obvious. "Idiots," she seethed. "Why did they build their city into a maze?" After a few more wrong turns, she noticed the crowd thinning out, gradually leaving her as the sole pedestrian on a shady road.
Conceding to reality, Erisel accepted the fact that now was the right time to ask for directions. As luck would have it, she was only a few steps away from a shop. What the shop had to offer was anyone's guess, but at least this one wasn't decorated with shrunken heads.
Erisel strode over to be greeted by a shirtless troll nearly twice her size. He was a muscular creature with dark blue skin, dressed only in a primitive loincloth. 'I could crack an egg on those abs,' she mentally noted. It took her off guard how unabashed he was, not unlike herself. He was a fine example of fitness to be sure, but still a troll.
"Lookin' for someting?" the troll asked as he leaned on the entryway with crossed arms.
"Yes," Erisel replied. "I'm looking for a way out of this hell hole."
The troll laughed out loud. "What's da madda, elfie? Are ya out of ya comfort zone?"
"This place is out of anyone's comfort zone. Do you have a map? I need to find my way back to the Spirits Be With You before I get tied to a spit-roast."
The troll grinned, then beckoned Erisel inside. "Step on in. Rastiki will take good care of ya."
Erisel lowered her shades, giving the storefront another quick survey before following Rastiki inside. The room was dimly lit, reminding her of the taverns of Orgrimmar. It smelled about as raw, too. No longer in a hurry, she gave the store a good once-over, noticing hundreds of varying flasks and other bizarre troll paraphernalia set upon wooden shelves. She also noticed a bed that was haphazardly made. 'This must be a clinic or pharmacy,' she surmised, 'how crude.'
As Rastiki went around a counter, Erisel succumbed to her nosiness. She walked up to the nearest shelf and picked up a wooden carving that resembled a frog. It was interesting but didn't seem to be of any practical use. "What's this?" she pried.
"Dat be an idol to the loa Krag'wa," Rastiki explained.
"Okay, but what does it do?"
"Improves ya health!"
Erisel rolled her eyes and set the object down. "So you're a frog worshiper."
Rastiki shrugged. "Krag'wa has been good to me."
Next, Erisel picked up a vial full of a swirling white liquid. "And this?"
"Dat be blood troll mojo."
