The Blue Recluse
My nights are restless, my days feel endless, and my stomach empty on the count that the food in Stormwind is horrendous. The streets of the capital are rampant with boisterous noise, patrons and denizens alike moving from district to district. I've been here but a few days now and already I have found my way around - for the most part. The city is laid out with colourful rooftops and shoppes that reflect each area. It reminds me of Silvermoon in that sense. They even have a district very similar to that of Murder Row. It is called, Old Town, and they leave their dead strewn upon the cobblestone as though they were trophies.
Making my way through the corridors of the great Human capital I found myself in something similar to a maze of shoppes and large buildings with a Mage Tower in the middle. Nearby was a tavern called the Blue Recluse. I was famished, and here was a sign.
Within the dark, grimy pit of a Human tavern were many tables and a long bar, but further to that, there was a man that stood behind me as I regaled within. He gruff voice piercing through the noise drew me into a brief conversation before he later joined me at a private table where we quickly found ourselves discussing a business arrangement.
To find @Cassiele or @aredheleravenwing
I struck an accord of sorts with a mister Hal Bayhan. Three hundred gold coin as the sum, half now, half when he brings me one of my sisters in person.
Upon agreement and his departure I was then surrounded by three guards and their Lord, Vincent Abendroth, to which he remanded me into the custody of his three men. For protection. Though I was given the opportunity to refute, however I did not. Better to be safe and utilize the services offered than to refuse and find myself a victim.
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