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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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Glad a bunch of you seem to be liking
this story. I�m going to try to maintain this update schedule until it�s done
(10 chapters), but I�ll be away from internet for about 24 hours at an all day
write-in for NaNoWriMo. No, this isn�t the story for NaNo. J

Chapter 7
It took a while to prepare. Duchene had to
settle his accounts in Booty Bay first, and that meant terminating his
agreement with his landlord, buying a mount, acquiring travel supplies, and
making a few other arrangements. All of this took time and money. Fortunately,
he had plenty of the latter � he�d long ago learned how to use the auction
house to turn a profit. And he�d saved the excess, because though he couldn�t
recall having taken a vow of poverty, he�d never had the urge to live extravagantly.
His clothes and the occasional whore were all he really spent money on.
The sun sets early in the tropics, and it
was full dark by the time he made his way up the path to Gruben�s place. He
entered the compound and ignored the barking of the two-headed mutt chained to
a post in the yard and strode up to the verandah. He paused to check his stuff
to make sure that the ledger was where he needed it to be and the letters to
the Bloodsail Buccaneers were safely stashed in another bag, and then he knocked
on the door.
Gruben himself answered, smiling broadly up
at Duchene. �Back for more are you, priest? Well as it happens she�s not with a
customer right now. I can let you in for a half hour for fifty. What do you
say?� the goblin ushered Duchene in the door and into the foyer.
�Actually, I would like to discuss some
business with you.� The undead said.
�Business?� Gruben smiled avidly, �What
kind of business?�
�I wish to purchase the draenei.�
Gruben lost his smile. �That�s out of the
question. She�s still working off her debts.�
�I can pay the remainder.� Duchene said
mildly.
�If I allowed you to do that, how would she
ever learn the error of her ways?� Gruben sneered. Duchene sighed. It was clear
that the goblin was going to force him to do things the hard way.
�I suggest you reconsider that, Gruben. She
owed you ten thousand, and that amount was dubious at best. She�s made you
double that already, even considering the money you spent on her.� He would
much rather he didn�t have to resort to blackmail, but he would if Gruben
wouldn�t budge on this.
�How do you know all that?� the goblin
snapped, beady eyes glittering dangerously.
The undead reached into his robe and
withdrew just enough of the ledger for the goblin to recognize what he held.
Gruben snarled in recognition and lunged at Duchene. The priest had been
expecting this, and a single gesture with his free hand brought a glowing
shield humming around him. The goblin bounced off it without any harm.
�I believe this proves that she�s more than
paid off her debts by now.� The undead said urbanely. �And I believe Baron
Revilgaz might be interested in certain other business transactions you�ve
conducted with funds gleaned from her.�
�How did you get that?!� the goblin
demanded.
�That�s not important. What�s important is
the fact that this ledger contains a great deal of information, some of it very
very damning. However, I am willing to make a deal. Revilgaz need never know
about your �campaign contributions� to his enemies. Just sign the draenei over
to me and I�ll destroy the book.� Duchene suggested. He kept his voice very
reasonable, very polite. He hid his delight at seeing the goblin squirm.
Gruben ground his teeth audibly, then
relented. �Fine. I�ll give you the draenei. But I want to see you destroy that
book.�
�Consider it done. But I want that bill
showing she�s mine. And the controls for the collar she wears.�
�Alright, alright. Follow me.� Gruben
gestured to the undead and led him into the goblin�s study. The pint-sized humanoid
stopped dead in his tracks on seeing the original ledger still in its place.
�Wait a second� That�s a fake!�
�Actually, it�s a perfect replica.� The
priest opened the copy to a random page, and held it out close enough for the
goblin to see yet too far away for it to be grabbed easily. Gruben squinted as
he scanned the page. Then he grunted.
�Alright, alright! I still don�t
know how you got that,� the little green man snarled. He flung himself in his
chair and pulled a fresh sheet of paper from a drawer in the desk. His feather
pen scratched as he wrote out the bill of transference, and he spoke as he
wrote.
�I, Gruben Cranklesproket, money lender, of
the goblins, do hereby declare that the payment of the remainder of the debt
owed by the draenei known as Kian, or Fashion Plate, shall be transferred to
one Duchene, priest, of the forsaken. Said draenei shall henceforth make all
payments on this debt to the person of Duchene. As the draenei is indentured as
reparation for her unpaid debts, control of her indenture shall likewise pass
to Duchene. This document shall serve as official notice of transfer. Signed,
Gruben Cranklesproket.� The goblin dated the document and sanded the parchment.
Once it had dried, he tapped the sand off and placed it on the edge of his
desk. �Let�s see your part of the bargain.�
�The collar controls,� Duchene reminded
him. Gruben scowled, fished in his pocket, and pulled out a small device. He
placed it on the bill of transference.
The priest shielded himself, held the ledger
out and focused his power, calling holy fire to the book. The leather-bound
volume flared with brilliant red-gold flame, burning hot and intense. Within
seconds, all that was left was pale white ash which sifted away from the
undead�s hands. Before the goblin recovered from the dramatic sight, Duchene
took the bill and the collar controls.
�I wish to take my property,� the undead
said.
***
Kian was sitting on her bed in a plain
linen dress, concentrating intently on the needle and thread in her hands. When
her door slammed open, she sat up with a shock and accidentally pricked her
finger. �Yipe!� she squeaked, and stuck the bleeding digit in her mouth,
staring at the door. There was Duchene, and Gruben. The goblin looked angry and
she tried to keep from flinching. But what was the priest doing here? It hadn�t
been seven days yet. And she wasn�t even in the business room.
�Get up, Fashion Plate. You�re done here.
Get the hell out of my house.� Gruben snarled at her.
�M-master, what?� What the hell was going
on here?
�You heard me! Get out of here. This thing,�
the goblin made a violent gesture towards the Duchene, �is your master now.�
Too confused and afraid to fully comprehend
what was going on, she stood up, uncertain of what to do. Six months of abuse
and enforced powerlessness had made far more timid and passive than she would
ever care to admit. It was a shameful state for a dragon.
The goblin grabbed her by the arm and
dragged her out of the room. �Alright Duchene, you have your draenei. Get off
my property and get out of my sight.�
Duchene took her hand and led her from the
room and through the halls of the goblin�s fancy home, and out into the cool
night air. She kept pace with him, not daring to ask what was going on, for she
had seen in his hand a curl of paper, and the dreaded controls for the collar
she wore. She was afraid, and she felt betrayed. How could Duchene, who had
been so kind to her, hold the keys to her continued enslavement?
�Come on Kian. We�re going to have to get
out of Booty Bay. I suspect that Gruben won�t let us go that easily.� Duchene
said to her as they walked the path from the goblin�s house to the harbor town.
She said nothing, just kept up with him.
She was silent for the whole walk through
the town, hardly daring to gaze around. They made their way past the tavern,
past the shacks on the decks over the water, up the stairs and into the mouth
of the cave. Once on the other side of the cave, they walked a little ways
along the road and then Duchene stopped. He pushed the paper and the collar�s
controls into one of his bags, and rummaged around, pulling out something that
looked like reins. Satisfied, he flicked them in the air with a snap.
Suddenly, a skeletal charger appeared in a
puff of smoke, giving a ghostly neigh. She heard her master mutter something
about that being a handy trick, then he mounted up. He turned to her, and
stretched out a hand.
�Ride behind me. We have a long ways to go
and we�ll have to ride through most of the night. I�m sorry, but I want to be
as far from here as I can before sunrise. If we move now, we might be able to
make it halfway to the old arena.� he said. �Grom�gol is four days away, even
on this mount.�
She was still confused, still hurt, but she
took his hand and mounted behind him. It never occurred to her to disobey.
�Have you ever ridden before?� Duchene
asked, apparently noticing that she sat behind him like a sack of grain.
�No.�
�I�m sorry your first experience is on one
of these, then. They�re bumpy, but they�re fast. They don�t need to eat or
sleep, and they can keep a pace forever that would kill a living horse. Put
your arms around me and hang on tight.� She complied, clinging to the priest.
He flicked the reins and the skeletal horse
suddenly surged forward. The sudden movement had her tightening her grip on
Duchene. In the darkness she could see the forest streaking by. While the
undead horse was not as fast as she was when she flew, it was still much faster
than she�d ever travelled by land. She didn�t want to think of what the
consequences would be if she hit the road at that speed.
They rode through the night, never
slackening the pace. At first, it wasn�t so bad, but as the night dragged on,
Kian desperately struggled to keep herself awake. She�d already had a full day
of housekeeping before Duchene had arrived. Thankfully, no clients had yet come
when he had, or she would no doubt be even more exhausted than she already was.
Finally, in the wee hours of the morning
before sunrise, mists crept in and shrouded the jungle around them. Duchene
slowed his horse and made his way through the fog carefully, as the twisting
road was difficult to see. The fog was rapidly thickening, and he led the horse
off the road, finding a small, sheltered opening in the jungle. He stopped the
horse, and dismounted, then moved quickly to prevent her from falling off the
horse after him.
�Light, Kian, I�m sorry. You look nearly
dead on your feet. We can�t really go any farther, why don�t you get some
sleep?� he said. He sounded concerned, caring. Maybe things weren�t so bad
after all. Kian looked at him tiredly and gave a little nod. When he produced a
bedroll from his travel bags and laid it out on the grass, she gratefully
curled up in it and fell instantly asleep.
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