Fresh Meat
Bjorked pushed the paperwork around her desk, as if sorting it would finish the task. But her mind was more on the odd happenings of the past week. Just before the mission to the Caverns, a bartender contact named Phil had sent a message that her package had arrived, and she could pick it up. Now, he was nowhere to be found. As a last resort, she hired a gnome to look for Phil.
It was no longer about the package. Yes, she still wanted to give the present she had ordered to her husband, but more than that. The fact that Phil was one of many people she tried to find but couldn’t bothered her.
“Turid, have you heard from Arson?” Razorwyn interrupted her thoughts, but she was glad for the diversion. She looked up from her unfinished paperwork at the tall Draenei. Read the rest of this entry »
