[Xyra]
I worked with Crimson Mercury Monday night in order to assist the Cenarion Circle on some shady dealing going on. Turns out a zealous dwarf paladin was attempting to stop the pagan worship.
As we spoke with the woman, I did my best to be diplomatic about the whole affair. She was amiable enough, but I think the woman has a screw loose. She led us to her stash of about three crates of fireworks. I'm pretty sure the most she could have blown up with that was a small house. The crew, especially that damn druid, Al-something, were chomping at the bit to get a piece of her.
The one time I try to be diplomatic, over something that turned out to be hardly anything, and everyone ELSE goes haywire? Gelles was even making sniping remarks about how the Light is pagan worship too.
They were all very pleased with themselves when Shan'do Rabine sentenced Knight Ironstein to banishment from the glade until she's done work for the Cenarion Outpost. Gunny and Oggy went with the paladin back to her place in Ironforge to retrieve the rest of the things she'd bought, booze and festival coins. Gredda said nothing until that was mentioned and then she asked where the paladin lived. If I find out that sneaky dwarf stole those coins, we're going to have words.
The rest of the crew were all cuddled up and looking smug. I glared at them and they had the gall to look innocent. I told them to enjoy their money and stalked off. I had my damn hearth on while I was buying booze and had to hear commentary from the wonder twins, which I cut short by smashing my stone against a nearby rock--much to the disapproval of a nearby druid, whom I gave a dirty look before I vanished with an entire case of moonglow myself. The damn stuff is cheap, but it's also weak as hell. I drank the whole thing anyway.
It's a good thing that the drake I've been working with lately was able to do most of the work the next day on our patrol, I was in too much of a brooding mood. For one thing, aside from a few traded phrases, Tacq and I didn't even talk during that job. Though it was nice to see his smile, even if it was over the fact that Shan'do Rabine used my nickname from when I was a child. I could have killed him and the rest for laughing. Bastards.
I've been taking all of the dangerous missions and leaving Gelles in the dust as often as possible. The woman is driving me insane. I took a night to relax with her, what more can she possible expect from me? I'm fighting a war. You don't just get to stop because you're tired. I'm no veteran, but I'm no slouch either and I'll damn well fight this war until it's over. I'm not a volunteer, I'm enlisted with the reds. I may not be that important in the long run, but dammit that doesn't mean I'll shirk my duty. Gelles is a paladin, she should know why I'm doing this. Then again, judging by her reaction to King Wrynn's degree regarding the Horde, perhaps I should know better than to expect her to understand.