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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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8.

‘I tell you pal, this one is the best wyvern you can buy from here to Orgrimmar! Look at its wings! Look at its strong back! If you want to fly you can’t get a better mount. I got the best deals anywhere – you can have it for only eight-hundred gold!’
‘As I already said goblin, I don’t want to buy it – I just want a ride to Orgrimmar…’
‘But what is the point of one single flight when you can have this beauty for good? I tell you what – just for you I sell it for seven-fifty and I won’t even charge extra for the saddle.’
Ardel groaned and resisted the urge to lift the goblin up and shake him. The green creature was obviously set on to get him buy the wyvern, although the elf wanted nothing less than to own such a hideous thing.
‘Look here,’ he forced his voice to remain calm ‘where is Bulkrek Ragefist? I was told he is the wind rider master here.’
The goblin gave a nasty little laugh. ‘Oh that big bulging orc? He is not working at this time of the year, when there’s hardy any travelers. If you want to get to Orgrimmar you have to make a deal with me. I tell you what – if you don’t have the money, I’m willing to accept your sword as payment. Not that it looks like it worth much, but I always had a soft heart.’
Ardel felt himself pale with anger at this. His sword, like most of his weapons and armor, was a family heirloom, and, if he would to make a good deal, wound be worth enough to purchase half of Gadgetzan. Sensing danger, the goblin took a step back from him, and raised a placating hand.
‘Don’t take offense pal. I’m just trying to make the best business for both of us.’
Ardel released the handle of his sword he was clutching half-consciously. He was taking the piss more than he should, he knew well. He couldn’t help it; he was feeling tense since he said his goodbyes to the troll. He was angry at himself – angry at the melancholy he felt over their parting, and even more furious that he kept looking back over his shoulders every now and then, hoping to see her coming after him to the outskirts of the town.
His spirits were raised a bit when he left the tavern, and came across the human woman and the large man they saw the day before. He gave them a cheeky grin and a wink, which caused the woman to blush an interesting shade of red, and the man to puff out his wild chest and scowl at him.
‘Did you have a nice rest last night my friends?’ he asked them in perfect Common, and hurried off before they could get around and answer. But that small spark of glee faded quickly, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he should change his mind and go back to her.
It was of course ridiculous. The bloody troll was ridiculous, with her insistence for travelling on foot. How long it would take to get to Orgrimmar, even if he were to buy a mount? Weeks? Months? Not to mention the dangers ahead, and the unsavory conditions of camping in the wild.
All for the better of course that she didn’t want to fly with him. What would they have done together in Orgrimmar? She was – well there was no way denying – a savage. A troll. Not many, but a few sin'dorei lived in the orcish capital – what would they say? Since he left Silvermoon, Ardel didn’t have to be concerned about gossip and prejudice of society, but old preconceptions run deep. As far as he knew, their little affair was quite unheard of. In the past – before they started to call themselves children of the blood –his race sometimes mixed with humans. But not recently, and definitely never with other races of the Horde. They were just tools – in such hard times the noble race of the blood elves needed allies, even if they were lower beings. The end justifies the means. He remembered the speeches that were made all over to the nation – to make sure the people don’t rebel against the new order, he had guessed.
Years have passed since, and Ardel’s view on the Horde and its members got a lot more refined then it was when he still lived at home. And since he met Zangah – well his view on the word got quite shaken.
Maybe, he mused, a lot of the other elves, who left the relative safety of their home to travel through Azeroth had affairs with other races. Really, it was quite naïve to think otherwise. Wasn’t he being stupid, arguing here with a snotty goblin over a wyvern, instead of getting a hawkstrider or if they don’t sell any in Gadgetzan, a horse, find Zangah in the town and ask her to accompany him. She would lead him through the most difficult and dangerous paths, if their travel from Silithus was any indication, but he wouldn’t mind. He hardy wanted anything more at that moment.
He spun on his heels, successfully cutting of the goblin, who was still praising his wyvern, although the price seemed to drop to seven-hundred gold –probably due to the long silence from Ardel.
‘Hey pal, where are you going?’ the goblin caught up with him as he strode away and tried to get his attention again. ‘I will let you have it for six-fifteen. Six-twenty!’ he amended in slight panic.
‘No thanks, that would be just too generous of you,’ Ardel said sarcastically ‘keep it for a better customer than me.’
Still the goblin followed him through half the town. Finally, when it become clear that he won’t make a deal, he cursed Ardel and left him alone.
Goblin curses were the last thing on his mind though. Ardel hurried back to the Inn, but all he found there were a frustrated barmaid, and the Alliance group whose members sent him nasty glares.
The barmaid told him that the troll has left, although not without insulting the other customers. No, she didn’t know where she had gone, nor if she was coming back. She certainly hoped she wouldn’t as they really didn’t need a fight. She cast Ardel a strict glare which was impressive despite her height, and reminded him that fights were forbidden in Gadgetzan.
Ardel reassured her that he was well aware of this, then quickly went looking for Zangah, hoping feverishly that she hasn’t left town.
Luck was with him – he found her in the stables, fixing the saddle on her raptor.
She looked up when Ardel entered, but her face remained impassive, which faded his smile a bit.
‘Hey elf,’ she greeted and turned back to her raptor ‘I thought ya left already. When do ya leave?’
‘That depends,’ he answered, leaning against the door, playing for cool and self-assured. ‘When do you start?’
She stopped her movements but didn’t look up.
‘So changed yer mind again, elf?’
‘It seems so.’
‘Ya do that a lot.’
‘Only around you,’ he said honestly.
She cast a calculating glance at him then. Ardel’s heart leaped. It just occurred to him that she might not want to go with him to Orgrimmar any longer. Feeling like a bloody kid on his first date, and being angry at himself for it, he waited for her decision.
‘Ya should see then if any of da beasts here,’ she inclined with her head to the three horses and a dwarfish ram in the stable, all standing as far away from the raptor and Silthid as possible ‘are for sale.’
His confident smile returning he pushed himself away from the doorframe, wanting to give her a kiss. The troll put up a three fingered hand to stop him.
‘Mind it elf, I don’t be happy with ya. Ya won’t be able to melt me with yer smile only dis time.’
‘So what do you want me to do troll?’ he whispered huskily, leaning close. He couldn’t help a small, satisfied smirk as her eyes flashed in a way he got to knew meant that she was turned on by him. Ardel felt his body responding to the promise of sex. No other sign betrayed her however, and her face remained strict.
‘I’ll think of it,’ she said simply and pointed Ardel the goblin he needed to bargain with to get a mount.
A bit frustrated, halfway to aroused, but altogether happy with the turn of things, he set about to beat down the ridiculously high price the goblin wanted for the best horse. (Well chap, if that’s too expensive for you, you can get the ram for half the amount.)
In the end, he got the horse for three hundred, which was, by the smug look on the goblin’s face, still too much gold for the beast, and they rode out of town.
At first they advanced on the sand covered road in silence. Ardel though that this was probably a situation woman liked to – well, talk about. He hoped the troll wouldn’t want to –she certainly didn’t come across as a sentimental type – as he just didn’t really know himself what his decision meant.
All he was sure of was that spending a bit more time with Zangah, even if while travelling through the worst roads of Azeroth, sounded far more better than flying alone to Orgrimmar. He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to dwell on the depth of their relationship. Not now, maybe not ever.
He was relieved when the troll broke the silence.
‘Figured out what I want elf,’ she said ‘travel will take awhile – ya can start teaching me yer language.’
‘You want to learn Thalassian?’ Ardel asked back, startled.
‘Oh yeah. Sure it would help me when I ‘ave to understand yer kinds’ thinking in the future.’ She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. This would be hell of a task with her accent, but they would have the time after all.
‘It’s a deal.’

TBC…
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