Analogue notes: Reversion wrote this companion piece to my post earlier in the week about the launching of my Death Knight’s career.
“Hey there.” A voice spoke from the nearby alley. “I hear you got a guild bank to unload.”
Interest looked up at the stranger and then looked up again. He was hunched over but he was still very tall…. And hairy. ‘Oh great,’ she thought, ‘one of those dog/humans.’ Still, she had always felt a pang of kinship toward the other outcasts and refugees that the Alliance had taken in. And she was DEAD, so she could hardly complain about their smell.
The rogue’s shoulder pads were almost as wide as he was tall. They looked like hand-me-downs and his pants looked as if they had been stolen, from a hobo…. A dead hobo… a re-killed undead hobo… that someone’s dog had slept in. That last part made sense.
“Look, I won’t ask how you got it but I can give you a good deal on it.” The rogue flashed a disarming grin. It failed because she had no weapon equipped. She frowned in annoyance at the implication.
“I will have you know I built this guild myself and everything in that bank is mine via honest business transactions.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” The worgen growled something under his breath. It might have been ‘they all say that’ but she was not certain. “That is your business. Mine is to keep things safe for people. I will sit on your guild until you are done leveling or whatever you are doing.”
Her frown deepened. “How did you… I mean what makes you think I am leveling? Who ARE you?”
“A little birdie told me that you need to lose your guild for a bit. I told her I could keep it safe for you.”
“A little birdie?” she asked.
“Well it might have been a druid. Who can tell?” The Rogue grinned again. She wished he would stop doing that. He had a bit of murloc in his teeth.
‘That must have been Analogue,’ she thought. ‘So nice of her to get everything arranged for me.’
“Thanks!” She smiled genuinely. If Analogue trusted him then he must be reliable. “I will let you know when I need it back.” She hummed to herself as she Ginvited him. “Now how do I transfer… Oh there it is.”
“How much…” The worgen’s eyes widened as the guild leadership transferred. “You don’t wan… Eh…”
“Thanks so much!” Interested said. “Now I am off to level.” She turned to leave and then remembered something. “Oh my, I almost forgot to get your name..”
The rogue was standing there with a surprised look. Slowly it transformed into another toothy grin. He did seem in rather good spirits. She supposed he was a nice guy despite his looks. After all, Analogue trusted him.
“Abscond. My name is Abscond. Nice doing business with you.”