Coming to Clarity
“Get up, human! You didn’t pay to sleep here!” The shrill voice pierced her subconscious, and she groaned. “Get up! And you’re gonna pay for the broken merchandise!” Bjorke opened her eyes. A Goblin stood over her, and at his back was a huge, shaggy Tauren. She blinked a few times as her brain tried to make sense of what was going on. “Get her up!” the Goblin shrieked. The Tauren bent down, and grabbed Bjorke by the arm, hauling her to her feet.
Her body was bruised and sore, and her head ached. She brushed herself off, and noticed the Goblin’s outstretched hand. “Time is money, friend!” he cackled, making it clear she was not really his friend. Bjorke reached into her shirt and retrieved the small sack of gold. She handed it to the Goblin.
“This should cover your losses.” And then some, thought Bjorke, but didn’t feel like haggling with her head throbbing so. She limped out of the tavern, and up to the flight master. Not having the energy for much else, she headed for her home in Ironforge. That bath would have to do.
The soak in the tub cleared her head, and soothed her aching body. She had dreamed while on the floor, beneath her blanket of boxes. The same nightmare as before, but this time, she saw things more clearly. The sky was green and swirling, and the landscape black and charred. The huge demon looked like a giant dragonkin, but much fatter. His tail lashed as they fought him: Bjorke, Edrick and a golden-clad warrior. The dream ended once again, with Bjorke standing over the large body – Edrick’s body. She shivered in the water, and decided it was time to get out. Time to get to work.
Bjorke found Edrick outside the bank. He took one look at her bruised, pale face and frowned at her. “What happened to you, beloved?” he asked in Althorin.
She smiled weakly, “I had a fight with some crates in Booty Bay. I was there on business.”
“You had business with fighting crates?” The look on his face indicated the joke did not translate well.
She shook her head, and waved off the comment. “I had a dream, Edrick. I think I know where the demon is. You remember when we battled that ghostly dragon? The landscape looked like that.”
Frowning, Edrick said, “Shadowmoon? Then we head to Outlands.”
Bjorke smiled genuinely this time. He was a man of action, and when something needed to be done, he started right away.
