Written by | Posted November 13, 2014 – 12:30 pm A Girl and her Dog

The morning of the all hands summon to the Blasted Lands, Aely went for a walk. The late fall air was clear and cool, and leaves crunched under their feet in the less-traveled parts of the streets. She and Roger took the long way around Old Town, south through Tanner Circle and down Bulwarks, across […]

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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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