The Search for Redemption

She had slept a bit overnight, waking a few times to check on Hero. Each time, she found Kaz keeping vigil, chanting. She pondered the elf’s offer of help. She really couldn’t afford to leave off things for a week. A change in routine makes people wary. But… she couldn’t exactly let him in at the ground floor, either. Looks like Plan B was in order.

In the morning, Myrre performed more healing rituals on Hero. She offered to do the same for Bjorke, but was waved off. “I’ll mend,” was the response. The Druid said Hero was well enough to travel. She wasn’t sure about Bjorke, but knew it was a moot point.

“Thank you, Myrre. I can’t tell you how much this means to me,” Bjorke almost gushed her appreciation.

“I’m just glad I could help.” She smiled, and bowed, heading off. “Try to rest, Turid,” she said, wasting her breath.

Bjorke watched Myrre go. She told Hero to stay put. He wagged his tail slightly. “Good boy. I won’t be long.” She and Kaz’ran headed downstairs to talk to the Goblin. With Jazzik as translator, she laid out the new plan. The Goblin frowned, watching his profits evaporate before him. “Better this than a complete halt to the operation, Jazz.”

With everything in place, she and Kaz loaded Hero onto their wagon, and headed to the docks. As the boat arrived, Kaz picked her up once more, but gently hugging her. The look on his face showed his worry, still. “Be good.” He kissed her, more gently than usual, careful of his tusks.

“See you soon,” she replied in Orcish. “Thank you.” She smiled at him, rather lopsidedly. She would have winked, but with one eye swollen shut, the effect just wasn’t the same. A few gold handed over to the Goblin crew secured a bunk for Hero. She was not looking forward to the next leg of the trip – Hero hated riding on the Gryphon. Too bad Myrre wasn’t around to soothe him, the way Druids seemed to be able.

Once back at the Guild Hall, she found the place deserted, and she was greatly relieved. She set Hero down on the rug before the fire, and settled down at her desk. Soon enough, the bottle of whiskey was out, along with a parchment and quill. The strain of carrying the dog had tired her out, and her hand shook slightly as she wrote.

Doc ~
Headed for Ironforge this morning. Hero was well enough to travel. I talked to my partner, and he has agreed to accept your help. As have I, obviously. The Goblin, Jazzik, works for me – well, as much as any Goblin works for anyone, other than himself. He will show you which boxes of supplies to move. He is also a translator. Kaz doesn’t trust him much, and I understand how he operates.

Be at Jazzik’s place an hour after sunup in Rachet. Kaz will meet you there. He plans the route, and will show you on the map.

~B