Post by Natasha Ebonlocke on Dec 8, 2020 16:27:02 GMT -5
Natasha Ebonlocke arrived in Stormwind City on Ebonhoof, the dark horse bearing a lantern her father gave her, dropping him off at the stables in Old Town before hoofing it herself across the city. West out of the district she went, around the chaotic bustle of the Trade District by way of the canals, and over the bridge to proceed into the Mage Quarter. Through the arch, make a left. Past the tailors, herbalists, and alchemists she strode with a smile and a wave. Into the main courtyard of the Mage Tower she went next, following the cobblestone path left, then up the ramp, then up a smaller ramp, directing her steps into the Blue Recluse. Proceeding inside, she stopped at the banister without proceeding to the bar.
Nat looked around, peering about among the patrons for a male Kaldorei. Not finding one downstairs, she made her way past the banister, down the slight stair, heading left for the longer flight of stairs heading to the balcony. She stopped just below the top step. No male Kaldorei here, either. She turned, drawing a few curious looks from those wondering why she wouldn’t just pick a table somewhere and have a drink, and made her way back downstairs again. She paused at the bottom as a group of four sauntered in. Nope, none among this party either.
Nat shielded her eyes as she made her way back outside into the bright sunlight. She peered about the porch, and then about the courtyard. Three male Kaldorei were here! She looked closely for tabards or cloaks, but none of these were wearing either item. Resolutely, she made her way down off the Recluse porch, making a left to head up the grassy incline toward the Slaughtered Lamb. She passed a female Kaldorei, but that wasn’t at all who she was looking for. She stopped as she entered a somewhat bustling Lamb courtyard, eyes fixating on a male Kaldorei who was wearing a tabard, but no cloak. She inspected the colors. It was black! She took a few steps closer. Nope – this one had a pair of frothing steins clinking together, all embroidered in white. She moved on, up the ramp, looking inside the Lamb. Another pair of Kaldorei males were inside, one wearing a cloak. Sky blue, with an eagle head on it. Nope. She turned back out, drawing a scowl from the bartender.
Down the other ramp she went, down the next grassy incline, peering into the alley on the right before making her way into the long archway through the wall on her left. She beat the familiar wandering path along the wall of the near landing of Lion’s Rest, around the lamppost, and down the stairs. A few more were conversing here, but the only elves were a Rendorei and a Queldorei. She strode down another flight of stairs. She paused, hearing voices over the shrubs to the right. Climbing up onto a bench, she peered over the hedge. A few humans and a female Kaldorei were there, talking to a familiar Dryad. Nat smiled, but didn’t interrupt. She waved, then turned around. The long, long drop down off the bench was a bit scary! She sat down on the bench instead, turning to put her feet on the ground and stand up as though she’d been sitting there for a while. She proceeded on around the fountain. A few more were here, but no Kaldorei. She peered down toward the tomb on the left. No one there besides guards. Nat knew better than to ever wonder if any of those would ever be the man she was searching for.
Nat shook that crazy thought off, making her way past the fountain and up the stairs there. She peered about. Familiar faces, some hailing her as she passed. She returned their greetings with greetings of her own, but was on business now. She continued on. She moseyed on past the entrance to the harbor and into the Cathedral District. She made her way around behind the Cathedral next, looking around for the man at the gazebo, but, as usual, there was no one here. She made her way to the boardwalk, walking along the abandoned planks that led toward the Dwarven District for no other reason than she enjoyed this particular stretch of her walk. She arrived at the end of the Canals there that led into Olivia’s Pond, making her way to the archway on the right to the Cathedral District.
From here, she made her way to the right, coming around the north side of the first building there, looking up the Cathedral stairs, and then around the courtyard. Still her quarry eluded her! She made her way back out the way she came, heading toward the canals. Crossing the bridge, she made her way through the arch and into the Dwarven District. She made her way in. She knew this was usually a working area, not much in the way of general socializing going on here, but tall the normal areas had already been searched. She went to the one social place in the district: The Golden Keg. Two scruffy-looking human men conversed with each other here, but no one else seemed to be present. A quick scan of the balcony atop the stairs revealed empty tables. She went back outside, turning left, and left again.
This turned her steps toward one of the marvels of modern engineering, the Deeprun Tram. The contraption had been ferrying people safely and rapidly under all the dangerous wilds between Stormwind and Ironforge since who knew when. But, it was not to Ironforge she wanted to go. She made her way past the chairs in the waiting area, heading left a bit, finding the ramp she wanted. Another ramp across the trench led to the underground Brawlpub that Bizmo ran. There was a fight on, and a few spectators, but, as her luck had run thus far, so it ran here – no Kaldorei at all, not among the spectators, or in the pit. She turned, making her way back up the ramps, across the waiting area, through the tunnel, emerging out into the Dwarven District again. She turned south, eventually exiting the district there through the arch, turning left to take a quick peek into the courtyard of the keep, around the fountain – but no, of course he likely wouldn’t be around the government types either. She continued on, down through the arch into Old Town where she’d started, making her way to the Pig and Whistle.
Upon entry here, she looked about. Again, two human men conversed in low tones at a table, appearing to make an exchange under the plank surface. The one sitting facing her looked up after that, narrowing his eyes, prompting his companion to look at her as well.
“Wot’re yeh lookin’ at, wench?” the first man to spot her demanded.
“Oh g-gosh… I… I didn’t mean to stare… Just, erm… l-looking for someone… “
“Who’re yeh lookin’ fer?” the second man chimed in.
“Erm… I… I just… erm… t-trying to find a m-man… “
The first man looked up at Nat, smirking. “I’d say yeh found a pair, ‘aven’t yeh, wench?”
“N-not like that,” Nat replied with a blush. “I am trying to find a Kaldorei male, wearing a black tabard or cloak with a cracked, grinning red skull on it.”
“You don’t look like that’d be your type,” the second man observed, eyeing Nat up and down.
“Oh gosh… y-you have no idea…“ Nat blushed back at him.
“Yer man have a name?” The first ruffian wanted to know.
“Erm… I… I’m sure he does… All I remember is, my other friend simply referred to him as ‘X.’ Do you know any Kaldorei men who go by that?”
The men shook their heads, already looking bored with the conversation. The first man spoke up again.
“If yer lookin’ fer someone, especially if they’re wearing something with skulls on it, bes’ thing is t’ just keep askin’ about fer ‘em. Word’ll get back t’ ‘em, and trust me, they’ll find you, if they wants you to find them at all.”
Nat nodded as the man turned back to his companion. She thanked the men, gave a wave, and slowly backed out of the tavern. She hurried back to the friendlier confines of the Blue Recluse, planning to make another search attempt another time. With luck, the man at the Pig would be right, and either X or herself would find the other sometime soon. She hoped so. Lady Kat had wanted her to meet the final member of the Cheshire Cats, the man she said was her right hand, and she intended to follow orders.
Nat looked around, peering about among the patrons for a male Kaldorei. Not finding one downstairs, she made her way past the banister, down the slight stair, heading left for the longer flight of stairs heading to the balcony. She stopped just below the top step. No male Kaldorei here, either. She turned, drawing a few curious looks from those wondering why she wouldn’t just pick a table somewhere and have a drink, and made her way back downstairs again. She paused at the bottom as a group of four sauntered in. Nope, none among this party either.
Nat shielded her eyes as she made her way back outside into the bright sunlight. She peered about the porch, and then about the courtyard. Three male Kaldorei were here! She looked closely for tabards or cloaks, but none of these were wearing either item. Resolutely, she made her way down off the Recluse porch, making a left to head up the grassy incline toward the Slaughtered Lamb. She passed a female Kaldorei, but that wasn’t at all who she was looking for. She stopped as she entered a somewhat bustling Lamb courtyard, eyes fixating on a male Kaldorei who was wearing a tabard, but no cloak. She inspected the colors. It was black! She took a few steps closer. Nope – this one had a pair of frothing steins clinking together, all embroidered in white. She moved on, up the ramp, looking inside the Lamb. Another pair of Kaldorei males were inside, one wearing a cloak. Sky blue, with an eagle head on it. Nope. She turned back out, drawing a scowl from the bartender.
Down the other ramp she went, down the next grassy incline, peering into the alley on the right before making her way into the long archway through the wall on her left. She beat the familiar wandering path along the wall of the near landing of Lion’s Rest, around the lamppost, and down the stairs. A few more were conversing here, but the only elves were a Rendorei and a Queldorei. She strode down another flight of stairs. She paused, hearing voices over the shrubs to the right. Climbing up onto a bench, she peered over the hedge. A few humans and a female Kaldorei were there, talking to a familiar Dryad. Nat smiled, but didn’t interrupt. She waved, then turned around. The long, long drop down off the bench was a bit scary! She sat down on the bench instead, turning to put her feet on the ground and stand up as though she’d been sitting there for a while. She proceeded on around the fountain. A few more were here, but no Kaldorei. She peered down toward the tomb on the left. No one there besides guards. Nat knew better than to ever wonder if any of those would ever be the man she was searching for.
Nat shook that crazy thought off, making her way past the fountain and up the stairs there. She peered about. Familiar faces, some hailing her as she passed. She returned their greetings with greetings of her own, but was on business now. She continued on. She moseyed on past the entrance to the harbor and into the Cathedral District. She made her way around behind the Cathedral next, looking around for the man at the gazebo, but, as usual, there was no one here. She made her way to the boardwalk, walking along the abandoned planks that led toward the Dwarven District for no other reason than she enjoyed this particular stretch of her walk. She arrived at the end of the Canals there that led into Olivia’s Pond, making her way to the archway on the right to the Cathedral District.
From here, she made her way to the right, coming around the north side of the first building there, looking up the Cathedral stairs, and then around the courtyard. Still her quarry eluded her! She made her way back out the way she came, heading toward the canals. Crossing the bridge, she made her way through the arch and into the Dwarven District. She made her way in. She knew this was usually a working area, not much in the way of general socializing going on here, but tall the normal areas had already been searched. She went to the one social place in the district: The Golden Keg. Two scruffy-looking human men conversed with each other here, but no one else seemed to be present. A quick scan of the balcony atop the stairs revealed empty tables. She went back outside, turning left, and left again.
This turned her steps toward one of the marvels of modern engineering, the Deeprun Tram. The contraption had been ferrying people safely and rapidly under all the dangerous wilds between Stormwind and Ironforge since who knew when. But, it was not to Ironforge she wanted to go. She made her way past the chairs in the waiting area, heading left a bit, finding the ramp she wanted. Another ramp across the trench led to the underground Brawlpub that Bizmo ran. There was a fight on, and a few spectators, but, as her luck had run thus far, so it ran here – no Kaldorei at all, not among the spectators, or in the pit. She turned, making her way back up the ramps, across the waiting area, through the tunnel, emerging out into the Dwarven District again. She turned south, eventually exiting the district there through the arch, turning left to take a quick peek into the courtyard of the keep, around the fountain – but no, of course he likely wouldn’t be around the government types either. She continued on, down through the arch into Old Town where she’d started, making her way to the Pig and Whistle.
Upon entry here, she looked about. Again, two human men conversed in low tones at a table, appearing to make an exchange under the plank surface. The one sitting facing her looked up after that, narrowing his eyes, prompting his companion to look at her as well.
“Wot’re yeh lookin’ at, wench?” the first man to spot her demanded.
“Oh g-gosh… I… I didn’t mean to stare… Just, erm… l-looking for someone… “
“Who’re yeh lookin’ fer?” the second man chimed in.
“Erm… I… I just… erm… t-trying to find a m-man… “
The first man looked up at Nat, smirking. “I’d say yeh found a pair, ‘aven’t yeh, wench?”
“N-not like that,” Nat replied with a blush. “I am trying to find a Kaldorei male, wearing a black tabard or cloak with a cracked, grinning red skull on it.”
“You don’t look like that’d be your type,” the second man observed, eyeing Nat up and down.
“Oh gosh… y-you have no idea…“ Nat blushed back at him.
“Yer man have a name?” The first ruffian wanted to know.
“Erm… I… I’m sure he does… All I remember is, my other friend simply referred to him as ‘X.’ Do you know any Kaldorei men who go by that?”
The men shook their heads, already looking bored with the conversation. The first man spoke up again.
“If yer lookin’ fer someone, especially if they’re wearing something with skulls on it, bes’ thing is t’ just keep askin’ about fer ‘em. Word’ll get back t’ ‘em, and trust me, they’ll find you, if they wants you to find them at all.”
Nat nodded as the man turned back to his companion. She thanked the men, gave a wave, and slowly backed out of the tavern. She hurried back to the friendlier confines of the Blue Recluse, planning to make another search attempt another time. With luck, the man at the Pig would be right, and either X or herself would find the other sometime soon. She hoped so. Lady Kat had wanted her to meet the final member of the Cheshire Cats, the man she said was her right hand, and she intended to follow orders.
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