She's lucky that Rogue, Lonika Stillblade was able to step in and persuade me to spare her spleen. If you've never had the pleasure of crossing paths with this bar floozy your not missing a thing.Trust me.
I was there sharing a flagon of grog with Raliq the Drunk, a local frequenter of The World's End Tavern in Shattrath when Haris Pilton started in on the quality of company I keep. I have thick hide, I can weather her words. Raliq is a good friend and wouldn't so much a harm a soul although he could use a bath or two. I looked her way and suggested that it would be in her best interest to continue on her way.
"That wouldn't happen to be a threat would it, you poor excuse of a hunter?" she retorted. I merely raised an eyebrow and turned back to my grog.
And then it happened.
S-P-L-O-O-O-S-H!!! "You look at me when I'm talking to you peasant!!" she yelled as a fellow patron's freshly poured ale streaks it's way down my cheeks. With Azrael springing to his feet and having drawn both my Dagger of the Netherwing and Borak's Reminder.
I'm pissed.
"Listen here starlet. If I wanted to, I could cleave your innards here where you stand, have you skinned, your hide stretched tight for drying... all before you fell to the ground ready to meet Elune..." I calmly informed her. Every fiber of my being wanting to end her very existance.
"She's not worth it Aurendar" Lonika Stillblade said. Her words took a few moments to register although it felt like an eternity. From Haris Pilton's expression, she clearly saw her entire shallow life flash before her eyes. Never have I wanted to carry through a kill more than this.
Taking Lonika's advice, I sheathed my daggers. Wiped off my face and returned to my company. You could have heard a pin drop in the Tavern other than the whimpering and sobbing of a collapsed socialite.
I stood up, paid barmaid Kylene her silvers, apologized for the mess on her floor and left the World's End.
It's going to be a good day.
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar
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