Carving Foot Steps

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Chapter 2 Misleading Looks

It’s been a week or so since we had left the area of Zul Gurub. The guild as a whole decided to travel to Booty Bay together before parting ways with one last party.
So far it has been going on for two days now since some of the denizens of Azeroth heard of our glorious deeds and have come to celebrate with us as well.
So far I’ve been enjoying my stay at the inn and then going out by myself or guildies to the tavern to join in the bizarre drinking games.

Tonight felt different somehow...I had a feeling about something, but I'll see what I shall see.

I was on the deck of the tavern drinking and engaging in idle chit chat with two of the finest elite of the guild.

Ergif was to my left, a great Dwarven warrior who was a veteran of the third war I would say I'm not sure. He would be the first soul to enter a battlefield with utmost
determination making sure our foes would mainly focus on him as the other moved in to strike. His face bore small cuts but a long scar protruded from the side of his head
down to his jaw. He has a great mass of black hair that was tied up in a pony tail, also noting the streaks of grey in his hair signifying his age.
He was dressed in an old pirate outfit he had pilfered from a blood sail pirate along with the goofy hat. He was drunk into a stupor...or so I thought when I saw his
grumpy facial expression changed into glee and his brown eyes glinted lightly.


"Hmmm...I miss the ale back in Ironforge this stuff can't compete with it, but booze is booze after all cheers!"

I looked slyly as he raised his tankard high and began guzzling the beverage.

"You dwarves are by far the most gluttonous race I've encountered besides the Orcs...are you sure your kind is not related with them?"

I laughed out hysterically at the rude joke sent towards Ergif.

Turning to my right I faced in Ranthus's direction all the while shaking my head yet at the same time chuckling at his behavior.

Ranthus is by a far one of the greatest marksman in all of Azeroth that I have ever seen. If you made a circle using your thumb and pointing finger and stayed still he
could shoot a arrow plainly through clean without touching you where the only thing you'll see and hear is the whistling from the feathered arrows that he would rapidly
shoot with ease. Ranthus towers at least over 6 feet with striking bright yellow eyes that is slightly covered by his short teal hair that is now tousled, showing that
he had took off his helmet not long ago. He was wearing his green chain mail leggings but had adorned a yellow dress shirt. His state of dress which is odd is either by
his fault for lack of taste in style or Isiels idea of dressing him up. His pale bluish skin did not contrast so well with his clothing, Isiel most likely picked out his
clothing.

Ergif stared at and approached Ranthus by prodding his chest.

"At least I ain't a toy fo' a wee lass to play dress up with elfie boy. Ta'h answer ye question no we Dwarves be not related to them damn bloody Orcs! Are ye related to
them prancing cross dressing cheap whore damned loose wretched filthy mangy magic hungry god bloody damn of slutty hookers bitch of a godamn Blood Elf!?!?

(I would like to say that guy just got fucking Rick rolled)

I looked at Ergif slack jawed and surprised to no end and Ranthus looking the same with his mouth agape.

I see movement in the corner of my eye to see a few heads pop out into the open and had heard the rebuttal of Ergif.

Dead...awkward...silence...

This lasted for a full minute until Ergif serious expression slowly started to drop.

Ergif dropped his serious face and grinned which turned into a wide smile until no longer could his eagerness be contained he busted out laughing falling on his arse
pointing his finger at Ranthus's misfortune.

I followed suit with tears in my eyes along with several bystanders. Ranthus just looks a bit pale and then withdraws himself and chuckles lightly lifting his hands
up in a mocking surrender pose. Ranthus spoke out “Touché Ergif”.

I'd be speechless and shocked too if Ergif yelled and insulted me like that I'd probably be shaking in my boots. Much less find an insult to counter the one he just
pulled out of his ass. I find it amazing how dwarves can consume so much alcohol while having a knack to find a stringed slur of words and use it to baffle someone speechless with so many curses and rude comments.

After the laughing died down we had presumed to the edge of the deck and continued our light conversation and heavy drinking.

Then something caught my eye.

A robed figure was walking the streets of Booty Bay heading in our direction of the inn/tavern. My judgment was still affected by the booze but I honestly why I am so
curious about this person.

"Hey Ranthus care to do me a small favor?"

"Sure thing human... as long as it’s not a drinking game or something inappropriate like Ergif here then by all means sure why not."

I heard Ergif ask Ranthus if he wanted to challenge him to a game of bashing each other verbally to which Ranthus quickly denied.

"I need you to use your eyes over...there!"

I point in the direction of the figure that was till slowly walking. To which Ranthus questioned me about. I merely told him to just do it.

"Very well....give me a moment."

While Ranthus concentrated his power to increase his eye sight to that of eagle, Ergif nudged me and gave me a questioning look. I responded by telling him I had a
odd feeling of this person whom I had recognized immediately such a far distance and it was something I couldn't shrug off. I also noted that the eyesight of a human
is far poorer then a Night Elf or possibly a dwarf especially if it comes to class wise where I am not a hunter but Ranthus is. Lastly I told him I was very curious
to which was my only true point.


"A human female and from the looks of it she seems a bit odd, and...Hmm..."

"What?! Don't give the lad any riddle's just tell em already!"

"Well his friend is being tailed by some thugs it looks like and I wouldn't blame them either she’s putting on a look that she’s pretty wealthy but also...crafty
if you catch my drift."

I quirked an eye brow at Ranthus who merely pointed his finger for me to look while Ergif also following my line of vision.

This woman had a graceful and how should I say...smooth silhouette? I wonder if I am just seeing things or have gone plainly mad...probably both.

Right behind her were three sluggish figures that were slowly tailing her, a Orc and two Trolls, who were looking for a opportunity to throw her into a corner or
alley around a building to mug her and then some.

I had to act, my nature to assist anyone in danger wrought me to do what is deemed or what I deemed is right.

I was determined; NO I am determined to do what is needed to be done.

"Ergif mind if I bo-"

A sheathed sword was thrusted into my chest before I could complete the sentence.

"I already knew from the look on yer face. Go 'ead and do what ya need ta'h do lad. I not be too far shall ye need ma'h help not that I think ye do but, I like a great
view from above if ye don' mind."

Then I heard a sharp eerie whistle from Ranthus.

"If anything gets out of control I shall send Levan to support you down there while I help you from afar."

Ranthus gestures towards his bow and arrows laying at his feet and also catching the swift movement of a feline backside passing me.

I readied the weapon at my waste and gave my thanks to my comrades who responded in understanding nods.

For some reason I had a sense of dread that I would regret doing this.

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I walked slowly from the tavern to the side of the buildings keeping my cool as I made my way to the cloaked woman tailed by three members of the horde.

Feelings watchful eyes upon me I kept my stride with utmost confidence and will along with the stealthy faint movements of an animal accompanying itself near me.

As I neared closer my eyes went straight to an emblem sowed onto the woman’s cloak on her chest area.

It was the image of snakes...all formed into a symbol that barely gave out the message...

SI:7

When her visage came into view I stood still shocked as my mind went into disarray as I made eye contact with her blue irises.

What is an elite assassin of Stormwind doing in Booty Bay?!

An all too familiar smell of sweets and perfume filled the air that sent a gut wrenching feeling to my stomach along with the constant twitching of my right eye.
My senses flared out in alarm that trouble or mainly chaos had decided to find and pay me a rude visit today.

This all started as soon as I saw her face...yet again I find myself regretting some things like I said I would today.

Briskly I turned on my heel and began whistling as I walked away as soon as I saw her picking up her pace to reach out for me. I looked up to see Ergif and Ranthus
pointing out behind me and giving me questioning gestures. I waved them off and shook my head at them as I continued walking as soon as I heard her quickening behind me.

Alas I heard her stop as soon as I heard one of the Troll's tailing her speak. I turned my head still walking away to get a look to see her cloak thrown into the air.

There stood a figure with her hands on guard waiting to fight dressed fully in thick black leather with a cowl draped over the lower part of her face and a hood to
cover a portion to the top of her head. The flexible hardened leather had some small red lining embroideries that lead centrally to a huge snake that is formed on her
upper torso which had its fangs protruding out. She is one of those people whom you should never cross.

No sooner had I looked the Troll had been pushed to his comrades and near the edge of the dock. In a flash all three of them had met the side of her boot all across the
side of their faces, also knocking the Troll at the edge of the dock into the water. The Orc who is the supposed leader barked at the other Troll who lunged at the
Rogue with a dagger. In a puff of smoke she vanished straight behind the Orc and stomped behind its knee with a sickening sound, which forced the Orc to get on all
fours and with a abrupt kick was sent railing off the edge to the lower levels of Booty Bay. A fierce yell emitted from the other Troll as he charged blindly at her
with his dagger. His charged was halted as the rogue side stepped quickly and pelted his face with powder that blinded one of his eyes. She backed up away near the edge of
the dock and stood waiting for the Troll to recover. As soon as the Troll straightened itself to its full height, the rogue ran with great fervor leaping onto the Troll
and began making a small trek of steps on its body ending with a back flip kick connecting the heel of her boot to the Troll's chin. The momentum sent the baffled Troll
into shock then was quickly ousted into the water as the rogue shuffled up and finished the troll with a side kick.

A crowd had gathered to see the spectacle of the brawl that had just happened. I started shoving and pushing my way to get to the tavern as fast as I could while thinking
to myself.

Out of all the people that I would get to see again it had to be HER of all people!

Passing by the bar I called for a waiter as I ascended to the second level of the tavern to find a suitable table. I sat myself at one of the far end tables in the corner
of the area and took a seat facing the wall.

The waiter who is a goblin waddled up to my table and asked what I wanted. I asked for him for two tankards of cherry grog and 8 large mugs of Storm brew Ale.
He merely quirked an eyebrow and asked if I was able to drink it all. I laughed lightly at him and told him it was for a friend I was about to meet with. Handing the
goblin a few silver and a gold piece tip he quickly made his way to fetch the large order of alcohol. No sooner had the goblin left I felt preying eyes set upon me.

I sighed lowly as I felt her presence behind me and narrowed my eyes as I felt her gloved fingers lightly as they danced along the vital points of my neck muscles and veins.

"Sit down woman...booze is on the way for you."

The fingers that were on my neck slowly went to the back of my neck where they lay still for a moment then departing as I heard a giggle.

"Aww well aren't you sweet? It’s been awhile and since we’ve seen each other and yet you’ve treated me like I am a nuisance to you."

I rolled my eyes as she took her seat and again when she scooted closer to me.

"You ARE a nuisance. Ever since back on Darnassuss you were always the troublemaker and STILL are! You always had the knack for getting me into trouble too!"

I continued staring at the wall not looking at her while still mumbling incoherent thoughts aloud. While still bickering with her, the booze made its way over here.

"Well it’s not my fault you never knew how to mask your presence when trying to sneak to and from something. It’s all that plate you wear makes you slow, clumsy, and
worst of all loud enough for someone to detect you from a mile away!"

"Ok one stealth is not my forte, two I fight honorably and do not cheat like certain dishonorable scumbags, three leather doesn’t help you if you get hit by a blade
or smashed by a hammer...the list can go on and I don't wish to add more."

"Hey don't cry about how you've lost to me several times but you have bested me alot as well. For one plate is really hard to penetrate through, two it takes a godamn
long time before I can take you down even if I struck you from behind and three forget who fights honorably do what is needed necessary to win!"

"You rogues always look for the easy way out of things by sneaking up on someone’s back then using your damn poisons following up with ALOT of cheap shots to the body
and as far as poking them in the eye! That’s rendering someone useless who can't even get the will to be able to fight back."

Before she could mouth out another word two goblins came and placed the order of alcohol that I had requested.

I grabbed one of mine taking a swig of the cherry grog, and then squinting my eyes as I heard a squeal erupt loudly next to me.

Shifting and movement of clothes was heard meaning she had removed her hood and cowl away from her face.

While drinking I began to remember the times of our childhood together and of how we first met, she being the only other human living on Darnassuss that I had known
and always had a plan of mischief that we took part of nearly every day back then.

Lewd burps and intense gulping drew me back out of my nostalgic reverie as I cringed after she let out a belch that literally shook the empty cups.

She had already finished her third drink and always wondered if she was part dwarf. I actually asked her that question which earned me a nice punch to the face.

When I saw her hand going for a third drink I busted out laughing hysterically.

"What’s so funny?

"You have never changed and never will be."

I turned to my left to see a woman whose face would be the envy of many women including those of the Night Elf race. Lips that gave a natural pout and curved perfect
that is just meant and craving to be kissed savagely, eyes that would strike a man utterly still pulling their mind's eye into her bright blue iris pools, and long
raven hair that spilled over her shoulders adding more to her exotic beauty. Not only that her body had grown supple and very well devloped over the time span that
we had been apart. Breasts that would be the envy of most women bulged tightly inside the confines of her chest armor, curves along the sides of her body that dropped down
wide and low leading to her large rear end, next were the supple legs that can deliver a devasting blow and if unclothed can draw any male which can lead them to a sparse
moment of agony or their deaths. She is by far the most attractive human that I have encountered and it has been several years since we last saw each other. This womans
beauty can even exceed farther then that of the Night Elves, who bore many shades of purple where she on the other hand was pale skinned and had her own bright glow around
her. this still intimidates me because even she herself is a brilliant weapon.

"So saying that means your making a move on me now? Or is that look that your giving me means you wanting to bed me also?"

The temptress slowly traced one of her hands along my arms and chest as she spoke with the sultry voice that lured many men to their deaths.

"Right back at you missy! Sorry to be so rude!"

She gave a sigh as I sarcastically called her missy which stopped her advances immediately on me. That would always upset her to no end especially if I'm the one saying it,

"You better call me by my name I'm not that old yet!"

"Yes Milady..."

I added once more with my bored tone.

"The Lady title does give it a nice touch though."

Raising my cup to my lips once more to take a swig I couldn't help but smirk at her and laugh.

"You’re asking for it..."

My testicles couldn't help but tighten up at the sound of her menacing tone.

"Claire Lachlan...you've won happy now?!"

"Yes!"

"Now that we have set that aside how about ya mind telling me what you’re doing here?"

"Well..."

Before I started listening to her I couldn't help but be drowned in my own thoughts.

In my mind I swore that this woman would be the end of me one day.

Yet I already had the feeling long ago that she has already set that in stone for me.

Curse my fate.
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