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Culture Clash	By : Makkoska Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7770 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They rode on without a world for what it felt like hours. After the rush of excitement of the battle left his blood, Ardel caught himself dozing off from time to time, just to be woken up by the jarring strides of the raptor. As the light broke at dawn the reptilian mount’s run become slower and slower and started to grunt harrowingly with every next step. The troll kept petting its neck and whispered encouragements in what Ardel assumed was Trollish, but after a short while they came to a stop.
His blue skinned savior turned back in the saddle to face him. ‘We ‘ave to continue on foot from here, elf’, she said in a low voice in Orcish. They both dismounted, Ardel feeling her eyes on him the whole time. He felt compelled to say something – although she was just a troll, she did save his life.
‘Thank you’, he managed while he sheeted his sword and fastened his shield. It was good to put them away finally – in the wild escape he didn’t had the chance and his muscles were now protesting, ‘for coming to my aid.’ He thought about bowing to her, but decided against. Rather not overdo it…
The troll gave him a lopsided grin, flashing her sharp lower tusks. ‘My pleasure elf.’ She dragged out the words, and her pronunciation was strange to the blood knight, but he was relieved that his fleeting apprehension that they won’t be able to communicate properly was unreasonable.
She gave him a long glance, obviously sizing him up. ‘Come elf,’ she called ‘let’s get as far as we can. They might be on our track still, but Tizza need his rest.’ She patted lovingly the raptor’s neck. Not waiting for him to make up his mind, she started to walk away, leading the raptor on his reins, the big, bug-like creature jumping around excitedly near her legs. He could see now in the morning light that its chitin was a shocking pink.
Ardel stared at the troll’s retreating back for a long second. He was obviously either to follow her, or try to manage on his own from here. It wasn’t a real choice at all – he didn’t had any food or water with him, and had no idea where he was exactly. He quickly caught up with her, only to collide with the pink beetle.
‘What is this thing?’ he asked the troll, muttering a curse under his breath.
‘She’s ma’ new hunting companion,’ she explained cheerfully, seemingly unaware of Ardel’s uneasiness of the creature. ‘Ain’t she a beauty, elf?’
Not fond of being called “elf” all the time, he decided it was time for introduction.
‘I’m Ardel Silverblade, my lady, from Silvermoon,’ he felt quite proud – he managed “my lady” to sound hardly ironic at all.
He was rewarded with a toothy smile. ‘Ma’ name is Zangah,’ then as an afterthought, ‘from Sen’Jin.’
Ardel fall in line with her and tried to inspect her without being too obvious in what he was doing. She was, after all, the first troll women he saw from close up. The blood elf was always proud of his height, standing taller than most of his race, but the troll still had at least five or even more inches on him. Her skin was pale blue – it seemed paler on her savage face and darker on her two fingered, bootless leg. Ardel fleetingly wondered how she can stand the hot sand of the desert bare-footed. Her hair - a shocking shade of red mane – was partly thrown over her back in a thick braid, while smaller plaints and tufts fall down to her chest. She had rather wild shoulders and hips, massive thighs, but slender waist. Her bosom – the elf couldn’t help but note – looked full and round even in her heavy leather armor, nothing like the discreet curves of the blood elf women’s.
He quickly averted his gaze when he caught himself staring, only to meet the amused reddish-brown eyes of his new companion. To cover up his embarrassment he groped for a subject.
‘Which way are we heading,’ he struggled to remember her name correctly ‘Zang - ah?’
She raised a mocking eyebrow – at least that was how it looked like to him, but he was by no means an expert in reading troll expressions - before gesturing vaguely to the left of them.
‘I know a hiding place near… Hope to reach it before da sun gets too high. We can take cova’ there, from da sun and from da Twilight if they still after us.’
Ardel nodded. Though his heavily enchanted armor gave him resistance to the elements, he could already feel the heat picking at his skin. He knew from experience that within an hour the blazing sunshine will become unbearable. He learned it in the hard way during his first days at Silithus.
As they continued on, a warm wind rose, blowing sand in their faces and making any further conversation impossible. Although it did set back their progress, Ardel was glad for it, as it covered their tracks. The raptor strutting behind them kept grumbling and even the bug… the Silthid stopped its prancing around and kept close to the troll.
The elf lost track of time as they struggled forward against the wind, fighting the deepening sand and their exhaustion. He turned inwards and concentrated on just to keep walking, head down, shoulders set. When the troll came to a sudden stop he promptly collided with her. With the hard leather armor covering her back, it felt like running into a brick wall.
‘…down there!’ he heard her shouting through the wind. Ardel looked where she was pointing – there was a steep on the ground with numerous smaller and bigger holes on it, party covered up by sand.
It took some convincing to get the raptor climb down to the biggest one, but eventually it followed its master. The Silthid didn’t seem to have any issues though as it run after them shaking its huge thorax quite joyfully.
Ardel followed them into what looked like an abandoned cave. With walls of petrified sand and stone, the hole was dusty, stuffy but a safe haven compared to outside. The wind was blowing madly above them, but inside it was relatively peaceful.
‘What is this place?’ Ardel asked while he took down his helm to do what he wanted to since an eternity – to give his sensitive ears a good scratch. Giving in to the pleasure of such a simple act, he completely missed what his companion was saying.
‘Sorry, I missed that’ he admitted.
The troll looked amused. ‘A Silthid cave,’ she said slowly like he was an imbecile and caressed her pet insect’s back. ‘An abandoned one. Useful to hide from foe and wind and sun.’
She took the saddle from the raptor and started to rummage through her bag, obviously ready to make herself comfortable. Ardel put down his shield and helm, but wasn’t ready to become more unarmored in a troll’s presence.
She pulled a water sac from her bag and offered it to him. He couldn’t have been more grateful, as his throat felt like parchment. She watched him drink before starting to fire her questions. Being relatively safe and no longer thirsty put Ardel in a charitable mood enough to answer her. He supposed he really owned her at least this after all.
‘So elf,’ she started and though Ardel felt irritated that she was not calling him on his name – he did went out his way to remember hers after all – he didn’t interrupt. ‘what ya’ been doing here? What was dat with da Twilights?’
‘It is a long story,’ the blood knight ran his hand through his sweaty hair. He could really do with a bath, he decided. ‘I was in Gadgetzan and let myself persuaded to try and...’ he shied away from the word “steel”, ‘to get something from the Cult.’
‘Ah,’ she seemed to be thinking this through, ‘and did ya’? Get it, I mean.’
‘Yes,’ he sighed ‘and now I would need get back to Gadgetzan… only I don’t know where are we right now and where to get some water…’ he shoot a meaningful look at the troll.
She crouched down and drew a bit shaky square on the ground with her finger. She pointed to the down left corner of what he supposed was a crude map of Silithus. ‘We’re about here. If ya’ keep to the North-West you can reach the Cenarion’s Post where you can get some supplies… howevah’ your lil’ Twilight friends probably monitor the roads…’ She shot the elf a sharp look, ‘What happened to ya’ supplies? You seem pretty unequipped for being in da’ desert’
‘It was left behind in the Twilight’s camp when I escaped, along with my horse.’ He sighed. The troll woman looked sympathetic.
‘You know what elf?’ she asked after a minute of silence in a bright voice ‘I’ll go with you to Gadgetzan. I ‘ave nothing more to do in Silithus than I have in Tanaris. I know da way and know where to find water. I’m around here for a while.’
‘That is very generous of you,’ said Ardel. It was, although he wasn’t sure he wanted to spend such a long journey alone with a troll, ‘however I wouldn’t want to take advantage of your kindness. I wouldn’t know how to repay it to you.’
‘Ah, don’t ya’ worry, Silithus been boring now. And if you want to give me something in exchange – you can tell me about your home over da sea… I was planning to make a visit there for a while.’
Ardel blinked, trying to hide his surprise. Although they were alleys, the other races of the Horde, maybe with the exception of the Forsaken, wasn’t especially welcome in Silvermoon. No, that was not true – they were explicitly unwelcome. He knew that most of his old friends at home never even saw an orc, a tauren or a troll. But stories he can provide – and if the company of this troll become too much after a while, they can part ways then. Now however, he needed her help, so he gave her a slow nod.
‘Of course Zangah, I’m glad to do that. Also, if you don’t mind me asking, what have you been doing here in Silithus?’
‘Ah, I came here for the Silthids.’ She patted the back of her pink companion. ‘I was curious if they can be tamed. Very intelligent, the Silthids are ya know, just quite wild,’ she smiled lovingly at the obnoxious creature. ‘She proven herself in battle hasn’t she? I’m thinking to name her Vengeance.’
‘So,’ Ardel scratched his ears to hide his astonishment ‘you travelled this far just to tame a beast?’
‘For that, yah, and for I never been here before. A magnificent desert, I was told, with all kind of hidden treasure. And hey, look what I found,’ she grinned at him, showing tusks and sharp teeth again.
Ardel frowned, not sure how should he take this. Was he insulted? His troll companion however obviously thought the subject finished and was making herself comfortable on the ground.
‘Get some rest elf,’ she broke off with a huge yawn ‘we can start when the sun starts to descend.’
Ardel tried to find a position he could get some sleep on the dusty ground without taking his armor off– something he couldn’t have imagined a few years ago, but got quite used to it by now.
‘By the Sunwell,’ he thought ‘but this is going to be a memorable journey.’
Much later, when he reflected on their first day together in Silithus, he thought that was the understatement of the century.
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