"Welcome to the Royal Bank of Stormwind. How may I he-"
A chest so large it shouldn’t have been able to be carried was sat down in front of the teller, catching he eyes of every Stormwind guard inside the building. A red plated boot was settled on the top of it Captain Morgan style, bright blue eyes twinkling with excitement.
"I’d like to finally open a vault for two, titled under ‘Lord Draygoth’. I’ll need your most secure vaults, not that I know anything about the inner workings of this establishment, as I have fifteen more of these." Clawed fingers undid an intricate lock with the blades, allowing the chest to open. Inside was gold, oh so much gold. Rare gems, chalices, if there was a pirate within fifty miles he’d cream his pants at the sheer aura the treasure radiated. Every single coin had the mark of the Wyrmrest Accord, at least, for this chest.
When the lid closed, did the teller finally snap out of his trance. That was a lot of gold! “I uh…Ahem. We can bump you up to a Royal package. It incl-“
"I know what it includes, thank you. Show me to the back, and I’ll drop it off. Your men aren’t going to carry this.
Oh. And do you know anyone in the business of building estates?”
"Yeah, so I was abaet fifteen minu— H’AAACHOOO!" Fisk lost balance in the chair he’d been leaning with, tumbling backward to roll out of his toppled seat, ending up on his stomach.
"Ow… fuck. I.. fuck. Thought I smelled dragon treasure…"
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A bundle of nervous ticks and paranoia wrapped up in a petite, olive skinned and dark haired package. The woman is small in stature, almost painfully so. Standing under five feet and thin, too thin. Not that anyone would be able to tell under those baggy clothes she wears. She wears filthy strings of cloth, patched many times over that hangs off her petite frame.
Should one be lucky enough to glimpse her features from behind her dark hair, they’d see child- and doll-like features; pretty and delicate. Large eyes, slightly almond in shape, cut from side to side in a desperate attempt to try to watch everything. They are mismatched with the left being a deep green and the right an icy blue. Cat uses her hair as a shield, the thick and dirty locks between her and the world.
Wrapped around her slender neck is a velvet choker, a walnut sized silver bell hangs from it.
She carries all sorts of things in the many pockets she has sewn into her clothing.
I’ve met her twice. The first time was on a corner by the Recluse. She had some warrior watching over her, but he didn’t seem to be feeding her much of anything or actually being any fucking help at all - In fact, he might’ve been a Paladin, with the cross on his tabard. So I gave her all the gold I had on me and fetched her a meal. I sat with her while she ate, made sure the warrior-pally fruitcake didn’t give her any trouble, and then I left. Before I did, I gifted her a dagger. I believe it was one that held some enchant, but I can’t entirely recollect. It was new to me when I gave it to her, but I figured a gal like her could find more use in a weapon with advantage.
The second time I met her was last night. Khro brought her to the docks. I was working on one of the wagons in the camp at the time, and she was, I think, shyer then than she was on our first meeting. She was here for the food Khro had promised. Örik, being the overly-generous, food-loving bastard that he is, had just left after dropping off the day’s feast (Honestly, he leaves twenty people food enough for sixty. It’s mad…). So I fed her again. It was the least I could do. After all, there’s no telling how long she’d had to deal with Khro, and nobody likes being around Khro for too long.
While she was there, I offered her anything else she might have wanted - I remember living on the street, making money off of others. That was before trying to rob Lady Grouss to score a job. She was in little more than rags when she got there… I really feel like I should’ve got her some clothes as well. There’s lots of pants and loose white shirts about…
She showered, and between the time she got in and the time she came back out, the rest of the crew had made it to the pub. I stayed behind to finish fixing the wagon, and she helped me by raking the ground level again - all the mounts these bastards drive around fucks it up. Khro’s gryphon especially. I offered to sharpen her dagger, and did… and then when she had it back, she left.
Not before I offered her a job, just like the time we met before…
Except this time, she seemed to take a moment to think about it.