Zasu
06-27-2006, 12:09 AM
I need a vacation. The orc thought, wearily. He looked away from his papers, rubbing his tired eyes. Business was good, yes- perhaps a bit too good. Not that he minded the extra revenue. No, but the suddeness of the upswing in business had caught him off guard.
It's those damn scourge. As soon as the first signs of the invasion had appeard people had rushed into his shop. Trolls, peons. Everyone wanted a rife now, and who wouldn't want one from Boomstick Imports? Everyone knew the best guns came from the Taurren.Well, the best guns outside of what those damn goblins engineered.
Bloody cartel. It was hard to keep up with them. Their unethical business practices were hard to compete with. Price fixing? Common. There was no competition allowed in the goblin towns. The goblin brusiers made sure of that. One couldn't even set up their own auctioning or appraising service- oh no, he had tried.
I need a drink. He slowly dropped his hands, picking up his mug of ice cold milk with one hand, shuffling through his papers with the next. There was so much work to do. Resumes to look through. He would need another shop worker. He preffered to hire Tauren- they gave his shop an "authentic feel" that customers loved so much. His biggest headache, however, was getting his supplies in. The goblins were right out, obviously. And the Tauren were having shortages left and right. The five to eight week lead times on the production of most of his guns were putting a crimp in how many he could bring in- not to mention the expense of importing from Mulgore.
Cheaper than the goblins. He gulped down the rest of his drink and packed his papers into his runecloth bag. The waitress sauntered over to him, her long ponytail swishing with every step.She laid the bill down on the table and clearing off his plate and glass with one fluid motion.
"85 copper," she announced. Cheapskate. Bet he doesn't leave much of a tip. Shoulda spit in his milk. She tapped her foot impatiently as she watched the orc. "I ain't got all day."
Surly wench. The orc grumbled, reaching down into his coin purse. He fumbled for a minute with the clasp. finally opening it, he slid his fingers into the pouch only to have them hit the leather bottom.
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The girl was halfway down the Drag before the shouting let up. Quite a commotion- respected business owner not able to pay his food tab! He was trying to steal from the inn! He had fallen on hard times!
Fools. Akaya snickered quietly to herself, moving the coins around in her closed fist. She would eat well tonight.
It's those damn scourge. As soon as the first signs of the invasion had appeard people had rushed into his shop. Trolls, peons. Everyone wanted a rife now, and who wouldn't want one from Boomstick Imports? Everyone knew the best guns came from the Taurren.Well, the best guns outside of what those damn goblins engineered.
Bloody cartel. It was hard to keep up with them. Their unethical business practices were hard to compete with. Price fixing? Common. There was no competition allowed in the goblin towns. The goblin brusiers made sure of that. One couldn't even set up their own auctioning or appraising service- oh no, he had tried.
I need a drink. He slowly dropped his hands, picking up his mug of ice cold milk with one hand, shuffling through his papers with the next. There was so much work to do. Resumes to look through. He would need another shop worker. He preffered to hire Tauren- they gave his shop an "authentic feel" that customers loved so much. His biggest headache, however, was getting his supplies in. The goblins were right out, obviously. And the Tauren were having shortages left and right. The five to eight week lead times on the production of most of his guns were putting a crimp in how many he could bring in- not to mention the expense of importing from Mulgore.
Cheaper than the goblins. He gulped down the rest of his drink and packed his papers into his runecloth bag. The waitress sauntered over to him, her long ponytail swishing with every step.She laid the bill down on the table and clearing off his plate and glass with one fluid motion.
"85 copper," she announced. Cheapskate. Bet he doesn't leave much of a tip. Shoulda spit in his milk. She tapped her foot impatiently as she watched the orc. "I ain't got all day."
Surly wench. The orc grumbled, reaching down into his coin purse. He fumbled for a minute with the clasp. finally opening it, he slid his fingers into the pouch only to have them hit the leather bottom.
.................................................. .................................................. ...............
The girl was halfway down the Drag before the shouting let up. Quite a commotion- respected business owner not able to pay his food tab! He was trying to steal from the inn! He had fallen on hard times!
Fools. Akaya snickered quietly to herself, moving the coins around in her closed fist. She would eat well tonight.