Trolls and tribulations

In the village of Sen'jin, Master Gadrin wondered slightly as he welcomed yet another visitor...this one a little out of the norm. The small village would get at least a few days stay from each troll and orc that wanted to test themselves as worthy members of the horde. Tauren, Blood elves and even forsaken would visit as well though that was less usual. And once in a while older horde members would come ask his advice regarding the spider god the sandfury people held in reverence. But a high ranking troll priest coming to see him was not something that happened every day.



Imon gave the elder troll the respect he truly deserved, after all he was an advisor to the great Vol'jin himself, he had seen things most could not begin to imagine. And now he was being asked to help in an area that was far from his usual specialty. For Imon this conversation was slightly embarassing and he saw Gadrin was not exactly comfortable with it either. But the two talked and after an hour or so a few facts that might help were slowly coming to light, at least in the mind of Imonzog.





Tasha had travelled up the coast a little, seeking fish and sea creatures of several kinds. Her moonlight trip into the water had been far better with the advice from the blood elf and now she was seeking to bolster her supply of reagents for her water breathing spell, it wasn't exactly low but if she stayed out here too long she would run out and that would never do. She steered clear of areas the younger less experienced trolls hunted in, not wishing to deprive them of the hunt and within an hour had a small bag full of the scales the spell demanded, along with food for a feast that night and several little items she could gift others. As she walked back towards the village she paused to watch a male troll at the waters edge, a mage from the use of spells she guessed, his battle with a larger sea shellfish was taking its toll and she had to resist lashing out at the creature, instead watching him intently ready to heal if he became too wearied. But it fell at his feet and she smiled, cast her lightest healing spell anyway and watched as he stood up, turning to face her.



"Tank ya mon, ah took on one too many ah tink." He paused as he looked her over. Not dressed in mail and armor but a few scraps of cloth meant more for swimming or relaxing and he was hard pressed not to stare at her. Her exposed belly showing faint scars in an odd pattern and other skin left uncovered left little to the imagination. He looked down again at the creature he'd killed, removing what he needed and making mental count. He had all he required to prove himself to those within the village and he would gift his elders with it all before moving on, though he suspected they would send him onwards in a certain direction. He looked over at her again, and over her again, small shivers of somewhat less professional thought running thru his mind...and he smiled.



"Ain't a ting ta tank me fer, ah heal folks all da time when ah ain't killin' tings dat is. " She was no unaware of the looks she got from this young male, oddly though she was not automatically dismissing them. Instead she gave him an appraising look in return, though she wasn't sure why she did, it seemed instinct. As she realised what she had done she smiled slightly nervously. "Anyways ah'll leave ya ta chasing tings, ah be headin' back fer da village, help prepare fer a feast tanite."



"Tank ya 'gain lil lady. ah'll mebbe stick bout fer a feast." He watched as she turned and walked off, feeling a twitch in his pants at the partially exposed curve of her ass in his view now. He could get lost in those curves he thought, politeness though kept him from acting. Civility. Manners. Things his momma had tried to make sure he had before he left the home and things his father felt were not always needed. He shook his head at the inner conflict, murmuring to himself now she was well out of earshot. "Omen, ya got nuff on ya mind witout lookin' ova da fine lil lady, an' she be far outta ya reach. Jus' git wat ya gotta do dun an' all be gud."



And at a distance he trailed her up to Sen'jin, noting the direction she went before making his way towards Master Gadrin, who was talking to a priest of some rank, if the clothing he wore spoke correctly.



"Ah wus jus' tinkin' bout ya Omen, ah tink ya might be able ta help dis mon, an' a frien' o'his wit a lil pro'lem."