[Almost unnoticed, a tiny green woman in the latest in snappy civilian business attire sidles into the room. Long ears, nimble little claw-hands at the end of too-long arms, emerald skin - Goblin. Great.
She takes the seat carefully calculated to be the least obtrusive - well, second-least, anyway. She's not about to ask the Lich King if she can
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Don't t'ink I seen you before, mon. Who you be?
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Jazlow Inkdaub. Reporter. I'm with the Times, but I also do stuff for the Wardrum Posts - you might have read some of my work. Who might you be?
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I t'ink I mighta done, at dat. I be Ishas; I serve de loa. Anyone tol' you what be goin' on, den, r'porter? You lookin' like you takin' notes an' tryin' to figure out.
[She does this out of the kindness of her heart. Also, who knows who might try to fill Jazlow's head with nonsense GREYSPELL?]
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I, um, yes. Er, that is, no, nobody's told me what's going on. Not that I wouldn't have figured it out, of course, but, um, if you have any...information I would certainly be willing to include it in my article.
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Got to say, mon, don't know what all we gonna remember once we gone from here, ja? But iffen we do, I'd like to read dat.
[The troll contemplates the roof a moment, as if wondering where to start.]
You know de Bronze Dragonflight, ja? Well, 'pparently dere been a snarl in de histories o'de worl', an' all us dat be here got knotted in dere. Don' ask me how, mon, I ain't no spirit wit' dat power. So de Bronze Ones, dey made dis place an' took us here to wait 'til dey fix it. Dey gone to a bit'a trouble to make us as comfy as we gonna get here, I t'ink.
[Ishas grins.] You best be polite to de inn workers, ja? De dragonkin, dey t'ink we amusin', but dey only got so much amusement in dem.
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...Interesting.
Are you sure? What are your sources on this?
[Jazlow carefully opens her book to a new page and starts scribbling all of this down. If this is true...!
Well. If. We won't jump to any conclusions yet, will we?]
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[Ishas contemplates the air a moment.] Mind, you don't gotta believe me, but any spirit dat's gonna tell de Lich King to sit down an' behave ain't a spirit dat you wanna offend, ja?
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You make a compelling argument. How do you know he isn't here on his own? Hn, no, he wouldn't, would he? Hmmm.
[She taps her pen against the table absentmindedly. Dragons. Bronze dragons. DESPERATE bronze dragons, if they really went this far in interfering with the timeline. Oh, this could be huge. This... could make her absolutely fucking famous...when and if they let anyone go home, with all their memories or otherwise.
Now there was a sobering thought.]
What do you think about all of this?
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[The troll spreads her hands.] I be a priestess, mon. A mambo, at dat. I know a bit 'bout spirits an' dere ways. De Bronze Ones, dey gone to a bit'a trouble to make dis place comfy for us; dere ain't no malignance in dem dat I seen. I got no doubt dat we gonna be put back - it ain't dere nature not to. [A shrug.] We just gotta wait on dere choosin'.
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Priestess. Hn. Dragons-possibly-benevolent. Lich King/Bronzes feuding?
[Abruply, she looks up.]
Know anything about what this all is that the bronzes are trying to fix or possibly prevent?
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Hn. Well.
Thank you for all of the information...Miss Ishas. Are you okay with all of this going in an article, possibly quoted directly?
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Misrepresent? Miss Ishas. I am a professional.
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Dat I got no doubt of, mon. I gonna be pleased dat you ain't gonna take no liberties like some'a your colleagues done. Shameful, dat.
[Apparently she has read the Times!]
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