A horrible storm raged around him, forcing Khesed to spend the night in Stonebreaker Hold on route to Shattrath City. Making sure his wyvern was properly taken care of, he headed towards the Inn.
Entering into the establishment, Innkeeper Grilka waived him over.
“Back from the front, paladin? What can I get for you?”
Khesed responded, “A place to rest, something strong to drink. What else does a warrior need?”
Grilka smiled at Khesed, pulling out a skin Sin’dorei wine.
“Something stronger please. I have memories that I don’t desire to entertain tonight,” Khesed said with very little emotion.
Grilka grunted, putting the Sin’dorei wine up and pulling something else out.
“It’s dwarven. Don’t ask me what it is, for I’m really not sure. But, I know it practically eats away paint, rust, and a number of other things. Just don’t ask me where I got it.”
Khesed nods, “I appreciate this greatly.” He places the fee for the drink and bed on the counter with a grateful nod.
The bed wasn’t much. It was more of a hammock attached to the wall and a pole. The walls were animal hides in true Nagrand style.
He didn’t care. What ever this dwarven drink may be, he was sure it would knock him out
before he finished it.
By the nether, it was stout!
It wasn’t that he was afraid to dream. He just preferred to not remember it the next morning.
He could feel it coming on as he drifted into the alcohol induced stupor.
The dream began as it usually did.
Looking up, he sees it. The sign of the World End’s Tavern. He and a number of other Scryers were regulars there. They liked to show up the night before, toasting the future exploits they would have in battle. They would show up when they got back, toasting those whom they lost in battle.
He’s sitting inside now, raising his glass with the others when she walks in. A Draenei woman walks in with a group of Aldor.
Usually, that isn’t a problem. Khadgar’s Servant made it very clear to him that violence would not be tolerated within the city. Also, Khesed really didn’t care about the Aldor. Not that he liked or disliked them. He just didn’t care about them.
She was good looking…for a Draenei.
Soft blue glow to her skin. Petite horns, slightly curving back over her white gleaming hair. The thin robe she was wearing left little to the imagination.. To say she was healthy would be an understatement. She had both an air of beauty, dignity with a dash of playfulness. There was no doubt that she could easily handle the staff she carried on her back.
He also had to later admit…she had a fine tail.
Eventually the jibes started coming. To be honest, he never can seem to remember how it all began. All he remembers is that he’s throwing sarcastic remarks back and forth with the rest of them.
Again, no one is really angry. No one was stupid enough to pull anything. But, the exchange does get a bit heated, especially with the Draenei female. Maybe it was the way she carried herself. Maybe it was the way she threatened him with her staff. Before he knew it, they went from arguing to their own private room there at the World’s End.
What a dumb move. What a stupid move.
“Dumb bastard,” Khesed mumbles to himself tossing and turning into the night.
*a great thanks to Askevar for the use of one of her alts as the model for the Draenei in Khesed’s storyline!