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🔥 SILK Magazine Vol. 1 No. 1 (March 1985) — PREMIER ISSUE

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The rare debut of SILK, featuring iconic pictorials and editorial content from the golden age of 80s adult magazines.

✨ Featuring: Daranee (Silk’s Angel of the Month), Mai Lee, Sawara, Sarinna, Girls of Club Siam

🖤 Articles include The Erotic Art of Chinese Sex, The Golden Triangle, and Macau: Las Vegas of the Orient

[hmratking]

Fading

He walked down a foggy path. He wasn’t sure where he was or what he was doing on this obscure path, but he continued to walk. Lookin down at his hands, they were back to normal; no more skeletal thin fingers, no more hunger, and more importantly, no more pain. He was back to normal. He as back to being the Rat King. With a grin on his lips, his walk turned into a slight saunter. After all, where was he going? He then saw faint traces of lights off in the distance and he knew he had to walk in that direction. 

 The closer he got to the lights, the more he could hear drums and talking, but in a language he rarely heard. What was this? The King reached for his dagger, but he had none. Nonetheless, he continued to make his way through the fog, his body tensing as he recognized the horrid dialect being spoken. Trolls... The King stepped into the village, the fog dissipating behind him. He could see the tribe of Trolls dancing and laughing around the bonfire at the center of the village and he gritted his teeth. How he hated them for merely existing. He wanted to kill at least one of them, even if it meant dying. What would it matter if he died? He had spent months as a weakened fool on the throne, so who would miss him? 

 As he walked closer to the trolls, they turned and saw him, smiling and nodding, making way for him. He furrowed his brows and looked at the chief who rose from his throne and smiled at him. “We had been expecting you,” the chief said. 

 “Me? I’m here to kill you.”

The trolls laughed and the chief smiled. He lifted a hand to silence them and he made his way toward the Rat King. “Kill me? You cannot kill me. You are one of us. You are home.” 

The Rat King glared at him and the chief stepped back, gesturing to the trolls around to give him space. “All of you deserve to die,” he growled. He looked at one of the trolls and he rushed at him, but the troll moved aside and the King stumbled, falling toward a line of cages that had elves and other beings. He heard the trolls laughing and the chief walked toward him. 

“You are one of us, child. Surely you remember. We made you what you are.” The Rat King glanced around to find a weapon to attack with when he saw a light skinned elf in a cage, with blonde hair and frightened blue eyes. For a moment, the Rat King stared at the elf and he whispered, “Melaeth?” The elf reacted upon hearing that name and the King shook his head. “What witchery is this?!” He screamed and reached out to the elf, only to see a blue arm in front of him. “No!” The Rat King rose and scrambled about the village to find something that would show him his reflection. The trolls made room for him, some laughing, but none touching him. 

When the King found a collection fo water, he looked at his reflection, seeing a troll with large tusks looking back. His eyes widened and he shook his head. “You see, child? We were waiting for our lost son to return. Welcome home.” The chief smiled as the Rat King shook his head, screaming. 

But the screams were slight, weakened whimpers. The ill monarch simply shivered under the blankets and whimpered over and over, unable to move much at all.

“He does that once in a while,” the night elf said as she glanced over at the King. “We’re losing him, Teriaan.” She turned back and her tired, silver eyes looked at the dark haired blood elf before looking down at the cup of tea in front of her. The two elves sat at the table where most of their decisions were made by the three of them. 

The Champion sighed and leaned on the table. “I don’t know what else to do. Kelah has been medicating him. You’re watching him. Unless he gets some sort of help, we may have to let him go.”

“And then what? Let Mora take over? I doubt that.” Sarinna sighed and shook her head. “You’ll have to step up.” She stared at him for a moment. “Are you ready to step up?” 

 Teriaan looked at the ailing King and sighed. “No.” He reached out and held Sarinna’s hand. “Are you?” 

For a moment, Sarinna simply stared at him and she then looked down. “We need him.” 

 Teriaan nodded and they sat in silence for the remainder of the time.

[hmratking]

Aftermath

Continued from Foxes vs Ratz

The flash was bright and the portal opened in Kelah's clinic. The King emerged, stumbling as he grabbed on to a table. Sarinna dragged Teriaan, who was getting weaker and weaker. The Flea walked through and the portal closed. All the Ratz they had taken either died or were left behind. "Kelah!" Sarinna called out frantically. "Kelah!" Teriaan's wound where the nails had dug into him was turning black and poison had slithered outward, tracing where his veins were. "Hold on, Ter." She turned to look at the King, who was holding on to his wounds. He looked at her and then at Teriaan.

"Stay there with him," he said softly. The Rat King slid onto the floor and he laughed softly, but his head was pounding from getting hit. He leaned his head against the wall and he closed his eyes.

Kelah appeared from the storeroom in the back. Hearing her name being called, she walked down the hall at a brisk pace only to find the group in one of the rooms. Her eyes widening. "By the light!" She took a step forward into the room. Noting that Flea and Sar weren't that bad off. Between the King and Teriaan, she was hooped. both were bad, both needed attention. "Jhon. At the end of the hall, there's my supply closet. Get me anything that says antidote on it. Should be four bottles. I'll also take one of the vials that say pain medication and a needle." She didn't bother to look at him as she knelt beside the king. Knowing that Teriaan required what Jhon was getting for her she could focus on the king for the moment. "Damning the consequences the woman pressed her hands to the King's chest. Funneling shadow into his system, to hunt out the wounds causing the most damage.

The Flea ran to where he needed to be. He got the supplies and ran back. Sarinna was in tears, smiling at Teriaan, who was starting to close his eyes. "No, no, no, you can't close your eyes Ter." "Tell him...." the Rat King tensed up in pain as Kelah worked on him. "Tell him I order him to stay alive." "You hear that, Ter. Come on. Stay with me!" The King looked at Kelah. "Go. Go to him. You have to save him..." He was in a lot of pain, but he wasn't sure if it was the wounds or his chronic pain.

Kelah had stopped most of the bleeding, enough to stabilize the king. As Jhon returned she would remove the pain medication and fill a syringe, handing it to Flea. "Give this to the king." She took the rest of the vials and went to Teriaan. "I will not allow you to die Mr. Teriaan. So you best stop acting like this." She hissed the words at the man. Her hands glowed a brilliant bright gold. The glow usually contained to just her hands began to spread down the woman's arms and over her form. A pair of angelic wings sprung about from her back. Closer inspection would prove them to simply be an illusion. The medic it seemed was accessing more energy than she typically expended. Her left hand pressed into Teriaan's side, her mismatched hues having gone gold as she watched his face. 

Sweat fell from her face as she funneled and controlled so much energy. It wasn't pain-free as she drew some of the poison from his system. Analyzing it with her magic before her right hand brought one of the vials to his lips. "Drink." Her voice was soft, having taken an ethereal tone. While Teriaan drank or tried to, she would begin to pull the poison from his system. The antidote working to minimize the after-effects. The glow emanating from the woman would work to potentially harm Jhon if he was too close, and would continue to help heal the King.

Sarinna stood beside Teriaan while Kelah healed him and she turned to look at the Flea. Knowing that Teriaan was in good hands, she went to the King and took the syringe from his hand. "I'll do it," she whispered. She injected the King with the pain-killer.

He looked at her. "Drugs."  

With a sigh, she looked at Kelah glowing. The Flea felt the light power spreading out and he stepped outside the clinic. Sarinna looked at the King. "Do you want me to get the Queen?"

"No...no, let her be. I don't...I don't want to bother her." He tensed up once more and he gripped Sarinna's hand. "But I need my drugs." Sarinna was about to protest when he said, "I feel it's getting worse..." She paused and her eyes widened. She turned to see Kelah, hoping that she was almost done.

Kelah's ethereal voice spoke out. "Check in the supply closet. Top shelf, behind the box labeled spare bandages. Should be a tiny wooden box. With medicine for the King." She continued to focus on Teriaan. Floating two inches off the ground at this point. Her considerable power focused on forcing Teriaan's spirit to remain within his body while she healed the damage that had been done. The stray energy that didn't get funneled into Teriaan flowed to the King. Continuing to heal his injuries and soothe some of the pain he must have been feeling from his wounds. The pain from his chronic illness was a different beast.

Sarinna ran to the supply closet and she found the box with the vials. She nodded, grabbed one, and ran to the king, using the same syringe as before. She injected the blue liquid into the King and he closed his eyes. "How's Ter?" "Better, I hope," Sarinna said, leaning against the King, hoping he was feeling better. He kissed her head and tried to wrap an arm around her. "Did we do it? Did we kill him?" the King asked.

Kelah's magic continued the flow. With each passing second, it was draining her reserves. The sweat continued to pour from her forehead and with a tug, her hand pulled free. The last of the poison oozing onto the ground but Teriaan was stable, although he may have jumped when she pulled away. Feeling his soul being tugged on might not have been a pleasant experience if he felt it. "Live, Teriaan." As slowly as the glow had spread across her body that is how quickly it stopped. The always thin woman was looking far worse than typical. Sunken cheeks and little colour. She simply collapsed onto the ground. Breathing but unconscious.

Sarinna gasped and called out for the Flea, who ran in as quickly as he could. He ran to Kelah, elevating her head, making sure she was safe. Sarinna turned to look at the King and she kissed his lips before moving over to Teriaan. The King leaned his head back and sighed. "We killed him....." he reassured himself.

Kelah was breathing, she was simply unconscious. And nothing would rouse her. Her pulse was steady if a bit slow, and her colour had been drained but she was alive. As was Teriaan and the King. The priestess would wake in two days, famished.

Sarinna managed to get Teriaan into a bed while the Flea took Kelah back home. She watched at the Rat King rose off the floor and stretched his legs. “I would like to stay here with him just to make sure he’s better,” she said.

“Yes,” the King replied and he walked out into the Kingdom. The streets were as busy as they usually were and on occasion, someone bowed before the King. Several tried to talk to him, but he was in a daze. With his medication taking over the pain, he was feeling tired. He turned to the direction of the cottage, but he didn’t want to see Mora. Not yet. As he continued to walk, he noticed that the pain was starting to return. It wasn’t something that should have happened. The drug’s provider and possibly creator said it would last a few days, so why wasn’t it working? He would have to contact the blasted pirate. How how long would the pain last? Was it going to trigger the berserker feelings and behavior that it usually did? Was anyone safe around him? He stumbled his way into the Nest and he ransacked the room, looking for a syringe and medicine. When he found it, he quickly found a vein and plunged the blue fluid into his body. Again, the medication was quick, but something still wasn’t right. He could feel the pain lingering in his veins. He stabbed at his left arm over and over, scrapping his skin with the needle.

Leaning his aching head back, he could hear the trolls laughing at him, telling him that his friends as dead. He could feel the hot liquid running through his veins, the crackling of the fire, the trolls breathing down his neck. He swung his right arm right into the stone wall. He hit it several times, each time, his body rattling from the impact. It was then that he rammed his head against the wall.

“Shut up...shut up...” he muttered. With no Sarinna, no Mora, no Flea, he wasn’t sure how he was going to ask for help. The Rat King was now bleeding from his head and his nose and the veins on his arm were starting to visibly pulse. Perhaps one more dose...just one more. The Rat King collapsed, his body shaking on the floor.

((co-written with @song-bxrd​ <3 ))

[hmratking]

Sarinna

Sad, soft, silver eyes watch the Kingdom silently. That is Sarinna’s job, being the keeper of the Kingdom, the guardian of the information, the one who knows the ins and outs of the Rat King’s affairs. Silver eyes turn deadly when someone interferes with the King. Her gun is always ready to pass a final judgment when the King demands it. However, her stoic look and voice are the consequence of years of pain and abuse, which she no longer acknowledges because she would die for her King. She sits on the floor, rubbing her light blue arms and accepting that the Kingdom is her family.

[hmratking]

The Rat Kingdom - Criminal organization in the Black Market Circuit

The Rat King (Sindorei) - Crime Lord, Sociopath Sarinna (Kaldorei) - The King’s Right Hand Teriaan (Sindorei) - The King’s Champion The Flea (Jhonathan Cress - Undead Human) - The Mage Goldie (Sindorei) - Bordello Madame, guard Rabbit (Lighthoof - Tauren) - The Cook (not pictured)

Recurring characters:  Kalru Darkblade (Orc) - Necromancer, a patron of the Kingdom The Black Flame (Sindorei) Sizzle, Fizzle, and Flicker, sister assassins, on contract with the Kingdom The Chameleon (Nightborne?) A shapeshifter spy on contract

(not pictured) Liam Cress - Human, unbeknownst brother of The Flea

[hmratking]

Mission Failed

Continued from Attack on Stormwind

Two mages made their way to the Nest at the center of the Kingdom. Both of them wore suits, one black, the other brown. They almost looked like twins except that one was undead and the other was fully alive. As they approached the steps up to the building, the Ratz around them were already announcing their arrival. The human mage adjusted his tie and he looked around him, still fascinated with the way the Ratz communicated with each other. He was amazed that the guests who were visiting the Kingdom were used to the noise that, to many, would seem a racket. He went up the steps and followed the undead man into the building, closing the door behind him.

Both mages walked into the room and they saw the night elf Sarinna and the sindorei Teriaan leaning over a table with a map of Stormwind. There were several crossed marks on the map. Sitting a bit of a distance away from them was the Rat King, glaring at the fireplace in front of him. “The last of the explosives have been detonated. They know it’s us by now.” The undead man, the Flea gestured to the map and Teriaan crossed out the final locations. The other mage, Isaac, leaned against a wall, watching them all interacting, and then his eyes shifted over to where the King was seated, his back to Isaac.

“Well, then that’s it. We do have a little bit left for further use, but the attack on Stormwind is over. It will take a while for our name to clear. Make sure that we have some Ratz there to take the blame and then Sarinna can clear up the mess after a while.” Teriaan nodded and sighed, rubbing his brow. He knew exactly what the King was thinking and what was brewing within. Sarinna nodded and she made a quick note on a piece of paper.

“So that’s it? No more explosions?” Isaac said as he crossed his arms.

Teriaan and Sarinna turned to look at him for a moment before turning their attention back to the map. The Flea shook his head, “That’s it.”

Isaac smirked. “That was anti-climactic.”

“Where is Evan?” Everyone turned to look at the back of the King’s throne. “That was the whole fucking point, wasn’t it? So where is the traitor’s body?”

The Flea paused for a moment before speaking. “That’s the only thing we don’t have. We saw plenty of his foxes dead. Some of our Rat spies were victims as well, but Evan was not there.”

The King rose off his throne and slowly made his way to the table. Teriaan moved out of the way, but no one else moved. A hand flew downward and slammed the map on the table. No one flinched but Isaac. “I want Evan dead, and he’s not! I want the fucking body!”

“My King,” Isaac dared to speak, “could it be that this Evan guy was disintegrated in the explosions?” Everyone turned to look at Isaac except for the King.

The King smiled and as he stared at the map, he said, “There needs to be a body. Were there bodies around after the explosions?”

“Several were reported,” Teriaan said. The King slammed his hand on the table again and he slowly turned to look at Isaac.

“No, his body was not simply destroyed. His body is not there because fucking Evan is NOT DEAD!” The Rat King glared at the human mage for a long, quiet moment until Sarinna spoke.

“My King, we have spies checking locations where he could be found. There’s no sign of him.”

“Fuck, he escaped,” Teriaan said, looking at the map. “Someone may have warned him.”

“That would mean we have a spy in our midst,” the Flea added.

“Oh, really, Flea? Could it be that you have decided to join Evan’s little group because you were so desperate to fuck my Queen?” The King glared at the Flea, who simply stared back at the King. “Yeah, we have a spy all right.”

“It’s not impossible for that to happen,” Teriaan said, trying to get the attention back to the map. The King hissed at the Flea before turning back to the map. The Flea rolled his eyes and walked away, his golden eyes looking at Isaac. Isaac stood with a surprised look on his face.

“I want him found, and I want him dead. I also want the traitor dead. Find that fucker and bring him to me!” the King shouted. He turned to Isaac and he began to walk toward him. “Find me that traitor and bring him to me. I want to see him crawling at my feet, begging for mercy before he is destroyed. Of course, there will be none.” The King smiled, sharp, jagged teeth shown on full display.

“Y-yes, m-my King,” Isaac managed to say and the King lightly slapped Isaac’s face before walking away, back to his throne. Isaac turned to look at the Flea, who was lighting a cigarette. “And, um, how are we going to find him?”

Teriaan watched the King sit back on his throne and he turned to glance at Isaac. “We have spies. Some are close to figuring out where Evan is.” He looked at the map and he sighed, rubbing his head. The Flea walked out of the building and Isaac followed.

“This is ridiculous! For all we know, this Evan guy is long gone. No spies can ever find him.” Isaac said, leaning against the stone railing.

“We have spies,” the Flea repeated, the cigarette tightly held between his lips. “We’ll find him soon enough.”

Isaac nodded but he was slightly afraid. He had to find a way to let Evan know of their plan. He had to inform his boss that the King was desperate to find him. Evan had to find another hiding spot. So lost in thought was he that he didn’t notice an elderly woman walk up the steps and into the house.

[hmratking]

Complications

The Kingdom was quiet as the visitors behaved during their transactions and the Ratz protected their home. Teriaan was usually the one watching the town but this time, it was Aman’thil, who was lucky to have it be such a nice day. 

However, the afternoon’s serenity ended where the main home began. Inside, Sarinna and Teriaan stood with their King while the Flea tried to reason with them. Off to the side of the conversation stood Isaac, the human mage who stood with his hands clasped in front and said not one word.

“This is ridiculous! My King, you are risking our safety by making this move! Sarinna! Surely you must see this!” The Flea turned to look at the night elf who stood stoic and watching them.

Mora was walking to the main house from the orchard. It was along the way, just before the cottage. Her furs were pulled close as she started up the way to the stairs that lead just up to the front door. There was no pause as she worked her way into the main doors, pushing past and letting them close as she could hear the strain in someone’s voice. The Flea? Mora's figure peeked around the frame of the door leading into the throne room. She wasn't trying to hide but it was good to get a grasp of what was already taking place. The back of Isaac’s head and the concerned look of the Flea seeking out Sarinna's help came into view.      

Mora smirked just a bit, not only for the irritability on the Flea's face but as her fel tainted eyes drank in her King.  He was really the only one she wanted to see. He seemed to have his time being taken up and it left her with no other options than to try to see what was going on.

Teriaan turned to see Mora and returned to the conversation as Sarinna spoke, “I do have to agree with him, my King. We are safe because we keep these secrets to ourselves. If he is as good as he says he is, then perhaps he can come up with his own ways of reaching us.”

The Rat King laughed and shook his head on the throne. “We already have a system that works. Why change things?”

“For our protection?” Teriaan added. He and Sarinna glanced at Isaac, who glanced at them innocently. He offered them a smile and one to Mora as she walked in.

“Please put some sense into him!” The Flea called out. He noticed Mora and he sighed. This was going to be impossible.

"Who are you to say the King has no sense?” Mora rolled her eyes some as she pushed from the door frame and walked by the rest until she wrapped her arms around the waist of her King. Looking up, her chin to his chest, she sighed out, “What is it you desire, my only?"

The Flea threw his arms up and shook his head as he turned away. Sarinna and Teriaan only watched as the Queen walked past them and toward the King. The King rose off the throne and smiled deliciously when he set eyes upon his Queen. He lifted a hand to caress her head as she spoke. "I desire for this ingrate to teach our new mage what he knows." He glanced at the Flea. "But, Sarinna does have a point. You claim to be knowledgable, Isaac. Figure it out. Perhaps if the Flea could assist you..."

"Out of the question, my King!" the Flea interrupted. "I will not put this Kingdom in danger because you are blind to the errors that you are committing!"

The King's smile disappeared and he stared at the Flea coldly. His grip on Mora tightened a bit. 

"My King, perhaps we need to listen to the Flea on this one," Teriaan added calmly.

"What do you think, my beautiful?" the King asked Mora sweetly, although it was obvious he wasn't pleased with this conversation.

Mora settled into the King's arms as he stood and held her close, looking back over the rest. There was a clear snarl of distaste when the Flea rose his voice again, but the tight pull on her to the King's body made her smile as she looked back up to him. She loved it when he was angered, and all the more so if his focused ire did not fall upon her. 

"Do not confuse your King's tolerance with patience, Flea." She looked up to her love, fawning over his angelic features as she let her hands reach for his jawline with a silken touch. She smiled for him. "IF the King wants, he shall have, by compliance or for the mere fucking fact that you will heed what his desires are. As will I." Her hands pulled back around her love as she looked back to the rest, the Flea, and focused on Isaac. 

The Flea glared at Mora but he remained silent. It was settled that as long as she was there, he was not going to get through to the King. He briefly made eye contact with the Queen and he turned away, shaking his head. Teriaan and Sarinna had looked at each other until Mora spoke once more.

"Can you do anything on your own? Or are you someone who NEEDS to be taught?" Her head leaned to the King's chest. "Why are you here if you bring nothing new?” At once, Sarinna, Teriaan, and the Flea turned to look at Isaac when Mora addressed him. They too were curious where Isaac stood with all this. 

With eyebrows lifted, Isaac glanced at them all, from the King's snarling smirk to Mora's seductive look, to the Flea's rage. Isaac cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. "Ma'am, with all due respect..."

"Queen. She is the Queen. Address her as such," Sarinna declared.

Isaac looked at Sarinna and slowly nodded. "Yes...Um...Queen, with all due respect, I don't understand what the problem is? The Flea can teleport. So can I. I do understand that he gets away with breaking some rules to get where he wants to go and be, but I mean, what are a few rules?"

"And what if the King needs to be somewhere immediately? Or he is somewhere and he needs to be pulled out of there immediately? What can you do?" Teriaan asked, staring intently on the human. 

"Well, I mean, I will be by his side, won't I? Who would walk away from the King if he's needed?"

The Flea rolled his eyes and paced away from the conversation. Teriaan and Sarinna turned to look at the King, who was glaring at Isaac in silence. With a kiss on her head, the Rat King gently moved away from Mora. “It’s obvious that you have not been in…particular operations before. Being by my side at all times makes you useless. I don’t need a fucking babysitter. I need someone to be out there and fight. And if there happens to be trouble, I need you to be ready to get us out of there.”

“You mean, run?” Isaac asked.

“The only way one survives when it gets hard. We’re humble rats, pet. We’re no fucking heroes.” The Rat King laughed, joined by Mora’s cackle as she took a seat on the King’s throne. The Rat King walked up to Isaac. “Figure it out. The Flea can help you. He should help you, but frankly, they're right. Figure it out. You have two days to figure it out, or my Ratz will be fed a magical treat.” The King’s green eyes widened and Isaac could see the flecks of red within them. He nodded quickly. 

The King walked toward the Flea, who simply stood looking up at him. “And you, stop being a little fucking bitch. I’m so sick and tired of your shit.”

“So dispose of me,” the Flea dared to say to the King’s face. 

The Rat King smiled widely, stepping up onto the Flea, nose to nose. “Say the words, fucker. Say them right now.”

Sarinna and Teriaan walked up to them, Teriaan pulling the Flea back while Sarinna placed her hands on the King’s arm. The Flea’s lips cracked into a small smile as he was moved away. Teriaan’s eyes focused on his and he read the warning. The Flea lifted his hands and bowed his head. 

“Forgive me, my King.”

The Rat King laughed and pulled his arm away from Sarinna. “Everyone, get the fuck out of my face!” He reached for Mora, picking her up and placing her on his lap as he sat on his throne. She laughed as his arms wrapped around her. 

Isaac stared at the couple for a moment and he was started when he heard Mora screaming, “GET OUT!” He was dumbfounded until Sarinna grabbed his arm and yanked him out of the home with the rest of them.

Outside the home, Teriaan whispered to the Flea while Isaac chuckled nervously. “Well, that was…awkward, huh?”

Sarinna turned to look at the well-dressed human. “You have two days. If I were you, I would start figurings things out. Otherwise, you’re a dead man.” The night elf shooed him off the steps and Isaac walked down, turning back to see that now Sarinna was also talking to the Flea. Fixing his tie, Isaac turned and began to walk to his room in the Inner Circle quarters. 

He smiled and muttered, “Two days…done.” As he walked into the building, a young man in tattered clothing and a smile filled with gaps sat outside the building. He didn’t move and he didn’t say a word, as most Ratz don’t. When Isaac walked in, the young man’s green eyes finally shifted over to the front door. He rose from where he was sitting and walked away.

mention: @allasticus​, co-written with @loveherdekay​

[hmratking]

📼 - An interrogation tape emerges regarding a recent interview with your character. What are they being questioned for? - Flea and Sar!

Flea - ???: Are you telling us that you were not in Silvermoon the day Lord Steelsun was found dead?Flea: That’s exactly what I’m saying, sir.???: We know how you kill, Flea. We know what you do. That man’s brain was melted! [chuckle] Admit it, we got you. And we know who will be very proud to know that we captured a rodent in the city. You’re not supposed to be here.Flea: But I wasn’t there, and frankly, friend, I’m not here either.???: Stop lying! [shuffling sounds] What’s that? Are you trying to bribe me?Flea: I would never insult you that way. It’s not how I do things. I believe you dropped that when you walked in. ???: I...[muffled sounds] I...I believe we were wrong, Mr. Flea.Flea: A common error, I’m sure. You’re only trying to protect the grand city of Silvermoon. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have appointments to keep.???: [door closes. A sigh.] Turn that thing off. Just... just turn it off.

Sarinna- Stormwind Official: You said you were being followed, ma’am?Sarinna: Yes. They had a symbol on their arms. Like this... [paper shuffles]Stormwind Official: I ... see. Very well ma’am. Anything else you would like to tell us?Sarinna: I heard them say something about illegal trading. I suppose that’s why they were following me. I heard too much.Stormwind Official: Don’t worry, ma’am. We’ll take care of this. Have a good day. [Door closes] Did you see this design?Stormwind Official 2: But...they help the city. Stormwind Official: Illegally. [sigh] We’ll have to talk to Evan Fox. If we’re going to let him help us, he will need to find a way to stop being obvious. Hey, turn this thing off! 

@zarhaiah - thank you!