Empyrean Imports audiologue, Tazavesh:
Quint, Courier Team Two: "So, do we have contracts going for Kresh yet? Can't wait to see what I can fish out there!"
Syl, Courier Team One: "Silly! What are you gonna fish up in a blown up planet? <giggling> Like, fishy souls?"
Saraj, Proprietor: "K'aresh. It is pronounced, 'Kah-resh'."
Ceyla, Courier Team One: <mocking tone, barely audible> " 'It's pronounced Kaaah Resh'. Feckin' fancy bandage boy...."
Qaz, Courier Team Two: <cackling> "Heeeey, don't be so tough on the Fisherman, Saraj, he'll get it right one of these days. I'm right there with you Quint, I'm ready to spread my wings somewhere new."
Saraj, Proprietor: "The Consortium and others invested in the preservation of K'aresh are implementing efforts to introduce life into its ecosystem. A fisherman's assistance may be a boon to my people more than some suspect. You are fully encouraged to engage, Quintin."
Ms. Rose, Assistant : "Ecosys...? So you'll be looking for plants? Animals too...?"
Saraj, Proprietor: "Very good, Miss Rose."
Syl, Courier Team One: "Whoooa count me in! I'm gonna deliver ALL THE THINGS."
Whittler, Courier Team Two: "You ready to rev up that motorbike Dangerlady?"
Ceyla, Courier Team One: "Right daft idea, that! My damned feet are stayin' right here on Azeroth. Try not t'die out there while I scoop up all the business the lot of you are leavin' behind!"
Lady Wenne, Logistics: "Okay guys, let's slow down here a little and give a chance for Saraj and your Director to fish up contracts and clear your administration for the city first. Speaking of which: can we get a report on that, sister? You have some couriers chomping at the bit to get started out there."
Quint, Courier Team Two: "Anybody heard from the Sparrow? Bet she'd like to fly out there too."
Lady Wenne, Logistics: "Not caught up on that info, Quint, sorry."
Quint, Courier Team Two: "Damn."
Syl, Courier Team One: "Hi Lady Wenne!"
Lady Wenne, Logistics: "Hiii Syl. Safrona? Tell me you have your comms on, good gods."
Syl, Courier Team One: "Hi Lady Saf!"
Safrona: Director: "There is a mailroom in Tazavesh."
Lady Wenne, Logistics: "Oh really? That's some exciting news! Especially after Dalaran....yeah."
Enzo, Assistant: "Ahh. So is it in the stars that we'll be translocating?"
Lady Wenne, Logistics: "Hmm. Now I prefer our establishment as we are. But I mean, we could talk about expanding. Is that what you're thinking out there, Director?"
Safrona: Director: "No...No I just. There is a mailroom. In Tazavesh...."
Lady Wenne, Logistics: "Yeah. We know. You said as much. You got admin settled for me to send your courier teams out there now?"
Safrona: Director: "No. No I -- Wenne. Godsdammit it all. I'm busy. This mailroom is...just...<unintelligible demonic muttering>"
Enzo, Assistant: "Oh dear. That's anxiety with a capital A."
Lady Wenne, Logistics: "....saf?"
Saraj, Proprietor: "Lady Wenne, I will report to Tazavesh shortly and assist Lady Safrona. Please standby for further communication on our end?"
Lady Wenne, Logistics "...oh okay. Please make sure she's okay, Saraj."
{ Brief mentions, @alliesdelimma }