A Warboss in peril

[Laron]

“Ravenshank?! I gotta letter fer a Troll called Ravenshank!” Laron looks up from his table at the inn, to see a goblin in a dirty mail outfit. “I’ll take that.” The goblin looks at the Night Elf and starts to protest. “You meant to say Mr. Ravenshank!” He says as he takes the letter from the confused goblin. Opening the letter his eyes go wide. Najme asks “What’s wrong?” Laron looks back at her almost in a panic. “It’s Vilmah. She’s hurt.”

[Laron]

“What?! Where is she?!” Almost knocking her chair over as she forcefully stood from the table. “She is at the Sanctuary Guild Hall…I would take you to see her but it would be dangerous to get there…. Unless…” He rubs the stubble that has grown in a month of not shaving. Taking her upstairs he takes his belt off and gently wraps it around her head, carefully covering her eyes. “Laron, I can’t see like…” She starts to protest, but Laron holds her hand and brushes her cheek. “I will guide you.” Taking all the bandages he had in his back pack, he stares to methodically wrap her hands and arms. Taking out one of his older shirts he rips it up and puts it over her clothes. “Almost ready…” He thinks to himself as he unbraids her hair… “Sorry but this has to be done.” Running his hands through her hair he shakes it violently and turns it into a rats nest. Cringing at her hair, he leans close to her ear. “I will make sure to fix this for you after we get done…” Holding her by the arm as a Gentleman should walk with a Lady, he guides her down the stairs and out towards the Sanctuary Guild Hall.

[Vilmah]

She'd been doing paperwork all day. The new members they were getting were flooding her with responsibilities, some of which were too numerous for her to keep track of. Her hand hurt from all of the writing, so she decided to take a break. Looking out of the window, she spotted someone walking towards the guildhall. He looked like a small troll, with an undead woman. Studying him further, she realized that it was Laron. With another woman.

"Why that cheating bastard," she muttered, standing up.

She wasn't one to interfere with her guildmates persona affairs, but Najme was a good friend, and she wouldn't allow her to be wronged by anyone. Walking outside, she must have been quite the sight in full armor, her skin covered in bandages as she held up a glowing blue spear.

"You! You lying thief! I -knew- you'd do something like this!" She said as she approached Laron.

[Sulajin]

((Hehe... insto zombie. I love it.))

[Laron]

Releasing her arm, he puts his hands up “Vilmah?!" As she grabs him by the collar of his doublet, and lifts him off his feet, he tries to rasp out “It’s not what you think! I mean ughhugh, this isn’t what it looks li… his vision starts to blur from lack of air. “I heard you, ughgh, were hurt…”

[Vilmah]

She shakes him a few times, holding him in mid-air.

"I'll show you who's gonna be hurt, Ravenshank! What did I tell you about being a good-for-nothing playboy?? Poor Najme's the nicest girl in the world, ad you go off and galavant with some... some other lady! I mean, lookit' her! How can you compare her to Naj??"

[Laron]

He is shook so hard that his tusks almost fall off. “But I was bringing, glugh, her to see aakk, you.” By now his feet were going numb, and he was starting to turn a deeper shade of blue, from the lack of oxygen. With a confused looks he tries to breath but only get small gasps “What do you mean compared to Na…”

[Vilmah]

Letting him back down, she puts her hands on her hips. "Bringing her here to see me?? Who is she?"

[Laron]

Hot needles shoot into the bottoms of his feet. As he is dropped. “Lo tala da anu terro ash.” Turning to hold the Undead woman’s hand, he walks her to Vilmah, and looks around nervously. “We should go inside to talk…”

[Vilmah]

Frowning, she relents. "Fine fine, follow me."

She leads the two of them into the guildhall, locking the front doors behind her. Making sure they're alone, she brings them into the common room. It's a small dusty room that doesn't look very used. There are several chairs, and a long chair that sits four people. Vilmah remains standing, her arms folded.

"Alright. Explain yourself."

[Laron]

Regaining the feeling in his feet, Laron makes an over exaggerated bow to the Forsaken, and says “This is Lady Montoya, I get letter you were hurt, she was worry about you, me to… But you seem doing good, for as hurt as letter say.” He starts to chuckle a bit as he rubs his neck.

[Vilmah]

"Monto--, oh.." Vilmah smacks her forehead and shakes her head. "Laron, you've got to tell me these things before I fly off the handle.. and--, wait," She looks at Najme with surprise. "You're here? In Horde territory? You're taking an awfully big risk.."

Najme smiled. "It's fine. I don't mind at all. In fact, who knows? Maybe I can be of some use. For the time being..."

"Time being?" Vilmah asked questioningly.

Najme nods. "Until I'm tied down by... other responsibilities."

Vilmah looked at a loss. She turned to Laron. "What is she talking about?"

[Laron]

“Um Hmm, “ He shifts uncomfortably. “We, well, think about have a child if Elune let us.” Trying to stop himself from fidgeting “I… I was no say anything till happened… In case…” He looks away trying to repress his feeling on the subject.

[Vilmah]

"A.. a what?" Vilmah looked at them both in surprise, and tried not to laugh. "Wow... wow! I mean.. wow.. that's just... wow..."

Najme smirked at Laron. "No need to be so nervous, darling. If it doesn't happen, it won't."

"What do you mean?" Vilmah asked curiously.

"We're not sure a baby is possible, Vil. We're two very differen't," Najme tried to find the right word. "Um, people. We've heard it's possible, but we're still unsure."

The Warboss of Sanctuary nodded. "I understand, that makes sense. But.. y'know, I'll betcha there are plenty of people who could help! I betcha Jobolg could figure something out! He's not a doctor or anything, but he -is- a super genius."

[Laron]

Frowning at the idea of “people helping”, he unwraps Najme’s belts, so that she can see again. “I.. I no sure I can have child… My First wife no have child with me… so I know no if able. But want to try with Najme.” He walks behind Najme and hugs her. “How you feel Boss Lady, look like you hurt pretty bad. I worry for you.”

His eyes grow wider as the idea hits him. Looking back to make sure no one is snooping at the door. “You get to have night with Nojinbu? I was go give you advees… indvice.. words.. but you leave so soon and I know find you later.”

[Vilmah]

She shook her head, and looked away. "Um, no. Actually, that was the night that the fire elementals took me.." She cleared her throat and tried to smile again. "But lets not think about that. No worries, I'm sure you two will be able to have a baby if you try hard enough."

It took a moment before Vilmah realized what she just said, but Najme let out a laugh that startled her. "Oh, you needn't worry about that, dear," the human said. "We'll be sure to try as hard as we can.."

[Laron]

Moving from a slight snort to a full laugh, Laron sees Vilmah turn a darker color of green in her half covered face. He represses his laughter and puts his hand on Vilmah’s shoulder and smiles his warmest smile. “We help you when you time come. You know need be embresaa… imbros… shame? Is that word? No? With us, we you close friend, we no make fun, and Najme teach you things very well.” Winking at Najme “Me and her, we try very hard to make you Aunt Vilmah…”

“Where be Nojinbu at dis day? I tell Najme I meet them some day.”

[Vilmah]

She looked around in thought. "Hm, actually I'm not sure... I haven't seen him in a while... I should probably go look for him."

[Laron]

Laron turns to them “I got some thing to get to. You to have nice visit. I be in stuudi… steedu… write table place, when you done.” Turning he leaves the girls to catch up on thing, and heads to write a letter…