Boktor and Shoya’Jin thanked Boorand for the drink and the help and went over to the orc woman that has been indicated by the innkeeper. She was talking to a young blood elf, who was proudly showing her some paws . Sergra nodded and clapped the blood elf’s shoulder. Then she looked at the two hunters.
“Well, you seem like two promising young fellows who were sent here to help by Kargal, right?”
They both nodded.
“Very good. Hand me your recruitment letters, then.”
She unfolded their letters and barely scanned them, only checking Kargals signature. She nodded and put them in her pocket.
“Fine, so you are ready to help out on some issues around here?”
They both nodded again.
“Have you lost your tongues on your way over?”
They both shook their heads.
Sergra sighed. “What seems to be the problem then?”
Boktor swallowed. “No problem, ma’am. We’re just… I mean… This is the first time we are sent on real duty, I guess.”
“Me friend be sayin’ da truth, mon... uhm… ma’am.” agreed Shoya’Jin.
Sergra smiled. “Relax, people! I’m not going to breath fire or eat your pets in the night. Actually, I’m pretty glad you’re here. Some of the people here have complaint about various problems. Maybe you can go and help them. As for me, I’m told to hone your hunter skills a little, before I send you off. So, I’d say, you might go out and bring me some beaks from the tallstriders around Crossroads. They are getting more and more, so we should weed out some of them. Ask some of the other people here if they need help. Alright?”
“Yes, ma’am.” they said in unison.
After a few seconds, Sergra clapped her hands. “Then off you go!”
“Yes, ma’am.” They said in unison again and turned on their heels and went to an orc, who stood near the entrance of the towns’ tavern.
“Hello, me name be Shoya’Jin. Dis be me friend Boktor. Ova dere be Nura an’ Tusk, who be our companion, mon. Dis lady ova dere be sayin’ we be askin’ ‘roun’ fo peepal who be needin’ some help. You be needin’ some help, mon?”
“Then welcome to Crossroads, Shoya’Jin, Boktor, Nura and Tusk.” he laughed. “My name is Gazrog. And yes, actually, there is something you could help me with. You probably noticed the raptors that roam the Barrens.”
“Yes,” laughed Boktor, “we’ve met one and my friend here scared him away.”
“Scared him away?” Gazrog gave a hearty laugh. “You really think you scared him away? Ha! Those beasts are clever. Really clever. He probably weighed his chance against the two of you and your companions over there and decided that today is not a good day to die.” Gazrog shook his head in disbelief. “Scared him away, seriously…”
Shoya’Jin and Boktor looked at each other. Clever? Weighing his chance? They both swallowed hard but didn’t say a word.
“Anyway,” said Gazrog, “you asked if I need help and, spirits have mercy, I do. Good thing you know how to scare raptors away because that is exactly my problem: raptors. They ambushed some people and stole all the silver. We need to show them that we won’t tolerate this. So you’d be helping a lot if you just go out there and kill some of them. Bring me their heads, so I can put them on spears around Crossroads and they will know what we think of them. If you could find the silver and bring it back, that would be very good.”
“Wait a minute,” said Boktor, “are you trying to tell us that raptors have stolen silver? What are they doing with silver?”
“I don’t know and, to be fairly honest, I don’t want to know. All I want is that silver back.”
“Me be thinkin’ ya be pullin' me leg, mon. Rapta stealin’ silver.”
“Do 16 shiny silver coins as a reward sound like pulling legs too?”
“Whoa, mon! Dere be a reward? Why ya no be sayin so in da beginnin’?” Shoya’Jin grabbed Boktors arm and dragged him along. “We be killin’ some rapta, mon!”
to be continued...