"Vol'jin! We found this Night Elf sitting on a hill nearby. She surrendered and speaks in our language."
"Bring her forward."
The pair of trolls showed the night elf to the floor.
"What brings ya ta me?" He leaned back.
Grinning, she pushed a sketchbook across the floor. "I wish to draw you."
Eyeing her, he picked up the book and flipped through. His eyebrows shot up. "This is..." He eyed her. "What's your game?"
"No game." She shook her head. "I'll be straight with you. I have one desire in life, and that is to draw naked men. Who best to draw, than the heads of all factions? You can see Thrall in there, and after I leave here, I'll try to convince Cairne."
"Why should I agree to this?"
"Because you're intrigued." She grinned. "Look, I'll even show you one of my secrets." Flexing her hand, she held her dagger. She tossed it to him. He eyed the dagger with some curiosity, before she flexed her hand and held it again. "It's enchanted. It will always return to me. You could kill me now for that alone, but, I don't think you will."
He laughed. "Ya run a risky gambit."
"That I do. You put me somewhere, and I'll sit there until I get my drawings. Then I'll disappear and you never have to see me again."
"Hm." He flipped through the pages. "I guess your gamble paid off, because I will allow this. If only for the curiosity."
She grinned and licked her lips. "Delightful."
With a hearty laugh, he pointed to a spot. "There."
"Of course." She bowed and moved over, taking back her sketchbook and pencil.
He tracked her throughout the day, and true to her word, she sat and sketched. Leaning over, he peered at her book.
"Yes?"
"Interesting."
"I do preliminary pose sketches and I'll add detail as I have time to."
He nodded and returned to his work.
That night, he stretched. "What should I do with you?"
"If you don't mind, I can sleep on the floor in a corner. I won't be obtrusive, but I'd like to continue my work until I have a good picture."
He considered. "Fine." He jerked his head to the side and went upstairs. He pointed. "You, there."
Nodding, she got comfortable and went back to her work.
Leaning back in his bed, he eyed his little guest. "How late to do you intend to do that?"
She shrugged. "If you cannot sleep until I do, then I will quit for now." She tucked her stuff away and curled up in her spot.
He tapped his fingers, before closing his eyes.
In the morning, he found her sitting up, working in her sketchbook. "Good morning." She did not smile.
Narrowing his eyes, he walked over. He eyed the new pose.
"Forgive me, I don't require much sleep. You were kind of cute, curled up like a baby."
He let her follow him around for several days, periodically checking her work. What he saw; impressed him. "Looks like you're set to leave soon."
