Thursday (16 Aug) - The Walk of Elders

Thursday (16 Aug) - The Walk of Elders

Silvermoon City, Quel'Thalas, Eastern Kingdoms

Jocelyne was enjoying the band and a brew (ok, a few brews) at the outdoor party along the Walk of Elders. She'd been in Silvermoon City for days, now. Goods, gear, and other items kept showing up in her mailbox. Her bank space was getting a bit crowded, but she still had no word as to why she was there.

There was a touch on her shoulder. Jocey whirled, hand on her sword.

"That's a pretty piece," murmured the death knight behind her, eyeing Jocey's half drawn sword. "But even if you had cleared the scabbard, that eye candy would hardly scratch my bones, much less my plated armor."

Jocey tried to remain calm. The two-hander strapped to the DK's back had a lightning splashed blue glow. Enchanted. Stood up on the floor, Jocey figured the axe would come up to her chin. She let her decorative Sunstrider blade slip back into it's sheath with a snick. The DK had taken in her whole gear set at a glance. Jocey squirmed a little, knowing the DK had to recognize the chest and shoulder heirlooms she had "borrowed" from the pile of stuff that had been filling her mail.

"I hope you have more, hmm, practical gear. Tranquillen may be mostly tamed, but there are still dangers." It wasn't a question, Jocey knew, from the flat tone to the appraising eyes. Of course, Jocey knew the death knight, though names had not been exchanged. Jocey determined that was the way the DK wanted it.

"I'm bound for Tranquillen?" Jocey inquired. The DK said nothing for several heartbeats, seeming to listen to the lively music. Silvermoon City has never been a popular city, and it's citizens were few. A good many of those who did call Silvermoon City home, though, had showed up and were enjoying the music, dancing, and drinking. Jocey watched the dancers, her young heart anxious.

"Soon." Jocey almost missed hearing the single word over the beat of the music. Jocey turned back to the DK ... but Naithipe was gone.

In Orgrimmar, Wild and JB argued.

In The Undercity, Happy and Hapless continued emptying out storehouses of goods. Some of it actually found buyers. The rest went to the vendors. Happy worried about Lost, though. The alliance team had lost support and seemed to have reached a dead end. Happy was not being sentimental, though. There was gold to be made through the Neutral Auction House, but that flow had slowed to a thin stream. Happy raided the alliance bank for what was useful, and kept the link in place, but without an infusion of help the allies would eventually be broke.

Other members of the horde side family have begun to stir from their safe havens, although all continued to avoid the worsening storm at the Wyvern's Tail Inn.

Naithipe returned from Silvermoon City. The gaily dressed paladin she'd met with was flighty, but she would serve. Naithipe dismissed her from her thoughts. Naithipe's intent was to remain hidden in plain sight. Taking up residence at the Broken Tusk within Orgrimmar's Valley of Strength, Naithipe had a good view of the comings and goings of Grommash Hold, where Warchief Garrosh held court. His time is done, thought Naithipe. Not yet. But soon.

She honed her axe. Now, where was that shaman? She should have been here by now. Naithipe shrugged to herself. She was patient. But her patience came with a cost. The shaman ... well, Naithipe would see about that shaman.