Written by | Posted October 24, 2014 – 12:01 pm Elevation

Squire Benjamin William Sullivan stood in the middle of Light’s Hope Chapel in his underpants.

Actually, it was white linen pants and a shift, but the effect was approximately the same. The little chapel was warm, on the edge of …

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Running things over <The Fence>
comment Comments Off Written by on March 21, 2008 – 6:51 am

annata1

So. I hear you may be in need of some leather. Or maybe a stack or two of netherweave? A primal fire? Well, I’m not going to be sayin’ much o’ nothin’, but if you’ve got the right price, I might be able to get you the right goods.

You know – dependin’ on what the right price is today.

An’ don’t be askin’ who I be or where the stuff comes from – I don’t know, and if I did, I wouldn’t be telling the likes of you anyway. I’m jus’ the middleman, and they don’t pay me enough to ask questions.

Nothin’s gonna be here long neither, so don’t be loitering about that price, and don’t even *think* about tryin’ t’ pull a fast one. That moat out fron’ o’ Stormwind’s nice and deep, an’ they say there’s a serpent innit.

**The Fence: You don’t ask where it came from; We won’t ask what it’s for.**

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