How to Torture a Goblin

It was all of two minutes after Moradinel left Hardwrench before Kezrin wished she could have slapped herself.

He had asked her if there was anything wrong with dress. Given her the perfect opportunity to reject it, but all her thoughts were focused on getting him to leave. She could have made something up: said she didn’t like the color, or that the fabric was all wrong, or the (wrist-length) sleeves were too short.

Some Answers, and None at All

Kezrin closed her eyes against the mottled patterns of light shining through leaves and branches, slowing her breathing and concentrating on the feel of the soft grass beneath her and the warm, moist air.. She had spent some time tentatively poking around the large Quelthorin estate, but ever since she found the hothouse, it had become her favorite place to simply relax.

Nearby, a rose bush scented the air. It wasn't the same strand as those cultivated by her mother (it would have been extreme unlikely to find that in Eversong) but it and the tropical warmth were close enough to trigger a wave of homesickness. Still, she felt more comfortable enjoying the solitude of the garden than roaming Solendenus's house.

(And oh, light, did she never want to accidentally run into his mother.)

Training

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The feeling of someone watching Kezrin was very unnerving.

She didn’t even need to be looking in Olu’s direction to feel the tauren’s eyes upon her, watching her every move. Somehow the shaman had found out that Solendenus had offered to teach her to fight, and she had taken it upon herself to make sure Kezrin practiced daily in one of the Shield Bearers’ training rooms.

Solendenus

Solendenus wasn’t kidding when he said her arm would be sore.

It hurt even to turn the pages of her book. Kezrin sighed and rolled her shoulder again. Maybe one of the cold wraps she had left over would help.

After Lounge had ended, Solendenus had offered to teach Kezrin to defend herself. It… hadn’t gone very well at first. Sol had given her a practice sword and told her to attack a pell as though it were Moradinel, but all she could see in her mind’s eye was TAE giving her a dagger and telling her to kill him.

A Plan, of Sorts

It was more than a little boring staying cooped up at Irilin’s place in Orgrimmar. She couldn’t stand sitting around and waiting on others. Kezrin found herself sneaking out several times, though Grit usually ended up accompanying her.

(Though technically was it sneaking out when no one except herself was forbidding her from leaving?)

Myzzi Delivers

Yunhua paused in the hallway. Which door was it? Ah, yes. She found the staircases leading to the main offices of the Booty Bay headquarters, nodding to a few of the people as she walked past, confident that she'd know all their names soon enough.

The other day Olu had promised to show her where to find the assignments for Shields, but then the Tauren had dashed off, saying something incomprehensible about "an elf and his bike." However, it wasn't that difficult to find where the pending deliveries were filed.