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Goblin Debts	By : errihuseamonster Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5
Merridy checked her kit one more time
before adjusting the charcoal-coloured netherweave mask that covered her face.
She slipped on the magical, darkened glasses that would hide the glow of her
eyes while simultaneously brightening the way everything looked. It was time to
leave.
The goblin had built his compound up the
cliff and a slight ways away from the rest of Booty Bay. This hadn�t hurt his
business after he acquired the draenei � the pathway to his place was well worn
and packed down firmly. Merridy had taken the jungle canopy instead, not
wanting to encounter anyone leaving Gruben�s compound.
Under normal circumstances it did not take
long to get to Gruben�s place. Trying to do so without being seen by anyone
took somewhat longer. It was after midnight by the time she was in position.
Fortunately in this case, that meant the compound was silent.
She balanced on the walls, gazing down into
the compound. There was a dog � one of those two-headed wolf things that had
recently started showing up as guard dogs and pets � mostly worthless but they
were loud and looked impressive. She was glad that she�d taken the downwind
approach. A few moments of rummaging in her kit produced a piece of dried meat
which she laced with a potion and tossed into the compound.
It landed with a small thump in front of
one of the dog�s heads. Both heads turned in unison towards the piece of meat.
One snapped at the other as it lunged for the treat. Thankfully, it didn�t make
too much noise as it gobbled down the treated jerky. Merridy waited. Within a
few minutes one head yawned, and the other was nodding. The animal turned in a
circle three times, curled up, and promptly fell asleep. The knockout potion
would keep it sleeping through a hurricane and should last for at least six
hours in an animal that size. Merridy hopped into the yard.
There was an obvious, easy looking
entrance. She avoided that one, it didn�t take a genius to figure out it was
trapped � her magic glasses clearly showed at least three tripwires and there
were no doubt more, less easy to detect measures. Instead, she circled the
compound until she found what she was looking for: a third-floor window that
didn�t appear to open into a sleeping-room, with a red-tiled gable below it,
overtop another window. The gable was sharply pitched as a measure to prevent
hurricane damage, but that didn�t bother her. She smirked. People always
assumed if it was high up, it was secure.
She crouched for a moment and touched
something on her boot, then leapt into the air. To an onlooker (had there been
one), it would have appeared that she had just taken flight. Another quick
swipe at her boot and she began descending, light and soft as a feather, onto
the peak of the gable. Those magic boots had sure been a good purchase.
She picked her way to the window carefully
and slowly, to prevent disturbing the tiles under her feet. Fired-clay tiles
would be noisy if they ground together, and might wake someone inside the
house. She managed to reach the window without a sound. The rogue examined the
casement carefully.
Finally, she was convinced there were no
traps, and she pulled out another treasure from her kit � a strong magnet which
she used to coax the iron hook that served as a crude lock out of its eyelet on
the other side of the glass. Succeeding, she rubbed a little de-scented
fish-oil around the perimeter of the window. She wiped away the excess, and
then slid the window open. Pleased at the lack of sound, she slipped into the
room. It was some kind of storage room. She went to the door, oiled its hinges,
checked it for locks and traps, and exited, closing the door carefully behind
her.
A half hour of careful, catlike prowling
yielded the location of the study and Gruben�s books. She easily found and
disarmed the trap on the door, making a note of how she might re-arm it when
she left. She intended to leave no indication that his study had ever been
violated.
There was a shelf of books lining one wall,
and a large desk with writing implements and a chair. She looked over the desk
quickly and was about to turn to the shelf when something caught her eye. It
was a dog-eared ledger book. She picked it up and looked at the cover. It said
�Fashion Plate�. Wasn�t that the goblin�s name for the draenei? She thumbed it open
and browsed through it.
Behind her dark glasses, Merridy�s silver
eyes widened as she began to comprehend what she saw. Gruben, meticulous goblin
businessman that he was, had documented everything involved in the
acquisition of the draenei, including a number of personal notes scrawled in
the margins. There were receipts pressed between pages, and extensive records
of even the smallest bits of copper exchanged over this draenei. In short,
there was� a lot of information. Duchene would definitely want to see this.
However, she�d have to get a copy made, because with the level of obsessiveness
evident in this book, there was no way Gruben would not notice it was
gone.
She slipped the ledger in her magic bag,
and suppressed a sigh. Mul�jin was going to ask an arm and a leg for what she
had in mind.
***
The rogue rapped on the wooden door once
more, harder this time. It seemed it was enough, a light came on in the shack,
and the door opened up. The large green troll who answered the door was naked.
He rubbed his eyes and glared at her.
�Merridy. What ya want at dis hour.�
Mul�jin demanded tiredly, apparently uncaring that he was naked as the day he
was born.
She pushed her way in the door and shoved
it closed. The troll backed up a few steps and crossed his arms at her.
�I got work for you,� she said.
�Can�t it wait �till mornin�?� he asked
querulously.
�No. I need an exact replica of something,
and I need it tonight. I gotta get it back to its rightful owner before he
wakes up.� She insisted.
The troll quirked an eyebrow at her. �First
I eva heard of a t�ief returnin� da goods. What ya want is �spensive. Prolly
more so dan da booty.�
�There�s more. You gotta keep your mouth
shut about all of this. It�s got to be an exact replica. It�s gotta be
tonight, preferably within the hour. And you don�t look at its contents, kay?�
Mul�jin stared at her. �Anyt�ing else?� he
asked sarcastically.
�That�s it.� Merridy replied flatly,
ignoring the sarcasm.
�Alright girl. It won�t be cheap. Hunnerd
gold. Up front.�
Aw shit. She had only 50 gold on her � and
the banks weren�t open at three in the morning. She wanted to get this whole
business concluded long before they opened their doors. Time to bargain.
�That�s ridiculous. Fifty.�
�No way. Dat�s a lot of work ya talkin�
bout. �Spensive reagents. An� ya want it in an hour. It�s a hunnerd, or not at
all.�
Merridy sighed. She hadn�t wanted to resort
to this, but at least the troll was a friend. And she could plainly see he was
well equipped, which� (lets be honest) mitigated things. �Alright. I hate to
say it, I only got fifty. But�,� she forestalled the troll, who was about to
protest, and unfastened her shirt. His jaw dropped as her purple orbs breached
the tight, charcoal leather. �I think I can make it worth your while.� She
finished.
He ran a three-fingered hand through his
vivid blue Mohawk, and looked away from her for a moment. Then he looked back
and met her eyes.
�Okay.� He said. �Ya got a deal. Show me
dis t�ing ya got. An� da gold. We get to da rest afta, right?�
�Yeah,� she said, and fished out the ledger
and all her gold. Before she handed them to Mul�jin, she spat in her palm and
held it out. The troll shook firmly. She handed the book and the gold to him.
The troll turned the ledger over in his
hands, but made no move to open it. �A book?� he sounded a little surprised.
�Well, at least da reagents not be so bad. Paper, leat�er, ink, an� a liddle
gold for da base materials, an� some dusts an� essences should do it. I got
alla dat.�
�Does this mean I can have a discount?� she
asked.
He looked at her. �No.� She made a moue of
disappointment. �It�s still bloody hard ta do when I can�t look at da
contents.� he continued, ��Sides, I t�ink maybe I might like fuckin� a
night-elf.� he said casually.
She leaned against the wall of the shack
and watched as the troll mage donned his robes and picked up his staff, and
then rummaged about in his possessions. He pulled the substances he had named
and placed them, and the ledger, in a chalk-lined circle on the floor. He began
to chant, and dance.
The mage continued his ritual, the pace
picking up slowly, until he was dancing in a frenzy, drops of sweat flying
freely from his body as he cavorted in front of the circle. Merridy found
herself impressed with his performance. She�d always though the arcane was the
purview of the effete, but it was obvious that Mul�jin�s style of magic
required a certain degree of physical fitness in addition to arcane ability.
She understood how he got his fine physique.
Finally, he reached a pace that looked
impossible to maintain. All of a sudden, he leapt, whirling, and slammed the
butt of his staff down into the circle, dead centre between the ledger and the
pile of stuff. There was a flash of blue light, and Merridy shielded her eyes.
When she could see again, there were two identical ledgers in the circle.
Gasping for breath, Mul�jin leaned down and picked them up. He held them out to
her.
�Dis da �riginal. Dis da copy.� he said.
She nodded, and opened them both quickly to check. Perfect copies, just as he�d
promised. She placed the original in her bag, and pulled out an empty lock box.
She placed the copy in the lock box, locked it quickly, and pocketed the key.
�What ya doin� now?� the troll asked.
�I�ve got to return this before I can give
you the other half of the payment. I�m not running out on our deal, but I need
to get this back to its rightful owner, and I need to be able to walk to do
that.� He smiled at that, and she continued. �I�m giving you the replica in this
magic-proof box � it�s your insurance that I�m coming back so you can collect
on the rest of our bargain, kay?�
�Okay, Merridy. Ya go do what ya got ta do.
I be waitin� for ya when ya get back.� He winked at her. She smiled back at him
and prepared to go.
Returning the book was uneventful. The dog
was still asleep and she took exactly the same route in as she had the first
time. The tricky part was locking and re-trapping everything back the way it
was behind her. But she got it done.
She made a quick detour to her own home
just as false dawn was starting to lighten the eastern sky. The rogue shucked
her skulking leathers and tossed on a magenta dress � if the flimsy silk could
be called a dress. The halter was backless and wide enough to cover nipples and
not much else. It was connected to the skirt with a wide gold-linked belt with
fuchsia enamel work. The skirt was ankle-length, but slit on both sides up to
her thighs, with cut-outs that showed her shapely hips. A friend had given the
dress to her as a joke. Well, now Merridy was going to use it to make Mul�jin�s
eyes fall out of his head. She ran a quick brush through her short teal hair
and applied a small amount of violet lipstick, downed a quick potion for extra
stamina and stashed a few extra in her belt pouch, and dashed out of the
apartment. Yeah, actually, she was a little eager for this, truth be told.
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