#elerance

[jasleh]

Avaraelina watched the elven commander out of the corner of her vision, and not just because the man was attractive (though that didn’t hurt). The man - introduced as Elerance - had joined them at the docks on their way to Orgrimmar. Since then, she had caught him staring at her a number of times (usually with a look of disgust - nothing strange there). While he looked away when she caught his gaze, he never pretended that he hadn’t been looking. Something about the man was eating at her. He seemed… almost familiar.  It wasn’t his name.  If she’d ever heard it before, it had been thoroughly erased from her memory. It wasn’t his face either… but then most faces in her memory were nothing but blurs, when they were there at all. But his voice. That tugged at something. When he barked an order, her body leaped to obey before her mind caught up - and a few times, those orders had made no sense at all.  He was testing her.  Did her know her? Had he known her? If only she could remember.  He turned to look at her, and she realized she’d been caught staring. Had it been possible, she would have blushed. She looked away quickly and busied herself with cleaning her weapons. What did he know of her? Until now, she’d managed to avoid running into anyone who knew her when she was alive.  Well, as far as she knew anyway. Did he know about her daughter? She had told no one she had a daughter, not since she had been freed from the Lich King’s control. Her daughter was on shaky social standing as it was - having a mother who was known to be a Death Knight could only make things worse for her.  She hoped he didn’t know. Silently, she cursed the fog that hid her memories of life from her. Who was he?

Elerance belongs to henryowen

[jasleh]

Story thing with my rogue. Elerance and Taius belong to Henry. For once not excessively long.

Let me put this in your terms:     Payment is awarded in client’s (hereafter referred to as Elerance) predisposition to refrain from removing contact’s (hereby referred to as Javrizz) fingers for unsolicited acts upon others’ property.     From,     Elerance

Below the contract portion of the letter was a slash of ink, clearly meant as a signature line. Jav’s ears lowered and he snarled, balling up the offending letter in his fist. Bastard! Does he really think I’d sign this piece of crap? He began to throw the piece of paper away, then stopped, smoothed it out and read it again. Will he cut off my fingers if I DON’T sign it? That certainly seemed to be the implication. He’d have to find me first. Jav crumpled it back up and threw it in a corner. Don’t be a fool, he’ll find me if he really wants to. Jav went back and picked up the thoroughly crumpled paper and read it yet again. If I sign this, will it guarantee that he WON’T cut off my fingers? Angry at himself for even considering signing, Jav began to tear the paper in two but stopped himself fairly quickly. His ears lowered further. There was no winning this one. Feeling humiliated, he smoothed the letter out against the mailbox and scrawled a signature on the line. As a last sop to his pride, he added a note to the bottom of the page.

Go anywhere near my fingers and I’m never opening another box for you ever again.

He made a copy of the contract and stuck it in his bags.  Folding and re-sealing the letter, he shoved it back in the mailbox and sighed. Then he turned to the package from Taius. No note. And no payment. This was hardly unusual, but it made him angry all the same. The blood elf turned goblin seemed immune to his charms. Stuck up prick. He’s just as short and green as I am. You’d think he could lower his standards a bit. He picked the locks. Would serve him right if I just kept this stuff. Then he packaged them back up and scrawled a note to stick in the package.

You still haven't paid me for the others yet, cutie... and since you don't seem to be interested in paying me back in other ways…

Yeah, he’d get the picture. Jav sealed up the package and put it in the mail. Business done with, Javrizz dropped back into stealth and stalked off in a much worse mood than he’d started in.