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"Hey you! Goblin! Over here!" An orc under a makeshift tent called to Wykk. The goblin hunter turned and came to the orc, cocking his head to one side in curiosity.
"Eh?"
"You willing to get your hands dirty for me? We've got a nuisance to the east." The orc sighed, shifting his weight and cracking his knuckles absentmindedly. The noise made Wykk cringe.
"I suppose I could do it. How much ya payin'?" He asked in typical goblin fashion.
"A few silver and these gloves." The orc replied, holding up a pair of yellow leather gloves. Wykk eyes them with a trained, eye, judging the quality of the leather, and whether they were worth his time.
"Fine, I'll do it. Whats the job?"
"Naga. Tons of 'em." The orc said, looking at the little goblin before him. Wykk gasped quietly. He hated naga. Scaly, toothy, vicious. Not quite something a scaredy cat goblin enjoyed tangling with.
"Naga?! You crazy?!" He squeaked, staggering back a few steps.
"No, goblin. Dead serious. I want you to kill a few of 'em, and bring me back their guts as a sign you ain't bluffing."
"GUT them...?!" Wykk gulped. The orc grunted, rolling his head from side to side to loosen the joints.
"Well...ah...couldn't I gut some..some..some nice, eh, some nice...nice...ah...cod? Or maybe some brilliant smallfish? Their guts are nice...?" Wykk asked hopefully, dropping to his knees.
"No, goblin! Naga guts, no less. Now go if you want your pay." The orc growled, his patients nearly at its end.
"N...n...naga guts? You're sure? Can't I get ya some nice fish or chimera innards? Those at least can be eaten if prepared nicely!" Wykk stammered, his small body slowly beginning to shake with fright at just the thought of gutting a naga.
"GO...KILL...THE...NAGA!!!" The orc roared, his brown eyes narrowed, and his hands in tight fists.
Wykk pleaded on his knees for a moment more, but the orc shook his head, pointing to the east with his axe.
"Naga." He grunted. Wykk sighed and rose to his feet, hanging his head dejectedly.
"All right, mister. You drive one hard bargain, but I'll go. 12 sound ok? Maybe less?" Wykk asked hopefully, turning to leave.
"12 or more. More you gut, the more you get paid." The orc grumbled, sharpening his axe. Wykk sighed, patting Grace and trotting off towards the naga ruins.
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If you've ever quested in Azshara, there is a quest to kill naga, but not gut them...that's just something I added in to scare poor Wykk more
And Grace is his panther by the way 
Finally named her. I hope you all enjoyed! It's just something I came up with while levelling him tonight, and wanted to share it with you all 
Sorry it's so short, it's just a fragment of my mind And yes, I know, the orc doesn't have an axe, I just imaging no orc is complete without one and imagined one in there 
Personally, I love that third picture of Wykk, too. I hope this last comment isn't too disjointed...I'm falling asleep here 
