The Inside Trade

The paper hit Renzly’s desk with a sharp slap.

“And just what is this supposed ta mean?” Grizweld Hopper jabbed a finger at newspaper. “You’re workin’ for a rival paper?”

The Scholar lay flat under his finger, one of the Renzly’s pictures clearly showing on the first page.

“Hey, now,” Renzly Silvertip shrugged, leaning back in her chair. “No one ever said anythin’ ‘bout me workin’ for The Inside Trade exclusively.”

“I’m the one who first offered ya a job in this biz,” Hopper reminded her. “And now you’re workin’ for a gnome! Ain’t ya any goblin pride?”

Matchmaking

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It’d been several days since Kezrin visited Booty Bay. It’d been days since she’d been in anyplace for more than a few hours. The bossgnome was keeping her busy and not easily found, which meant either cooped up north at Solendenus’s estate, or doing so many deliveries few could say for certain where she was.

It was with both dread and relief that Kezrin remembered she still needed to contact Irilin Duskwhisper about his most recent AAMS request. Irilin was one of the few people she’d ever felt comfortable chatting with (so to speak) and she rather liked the calm energy of Moonglade, even if the druids there weren’t so pleased to have a goblin in their midst. It’d be definitely a break from the stress to head that way.

Matchmaking

Knock-knock

“Come in!” a far too bubbly voice called out from inside Derscha’s office. Kezrin sigh and pushed open the door.

“Hey, boss, ya wanted ta-” She stopped.

The bossgnome’s office was even more bizarre than normal. Rows of paper were lined up along the floor, and Derscha was busy slowly walking between them, a general overlooking her troops. She quickly waved Kezrin inside. “Shut the door, please, and don’t step on any of the papers.”

“R-right. What did ya need me for?”

“Take a look. I need you to help me sort through these.”