Diplomacy/mission market

Skarain wrote:What about the Horde? I'll prod [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] about the event if Goblins are welcome (in case they've not already noticed this).

Calisar wrote:As far as I can figure it, the Shattrath we can portal to in game is still 'our' Shattrath. So the event being held there still should work.

The hour was late and the band were slowly packing away, the staff drifted from table to table at the World's End tavern clearing the debris as they went.

Two figures remained seated, dregs of a bottle of brandy between them. Cal rested her feet on the table amongst the empty glasses squinting at the bar bill whilst Mael rocked his chair back on two legs, poring over a map of the Blasted Lands.

"Ugh I smell like a dwarven brewery" she sniffed a damp sleeve, wrinkling her nose. "Next time.. I'm going to pay someone else to tend the bar"

He smirked rolling the map away with a shake of the head "So.. what was the damage in the end?"

"Well.. no broken furniture for a start" Cal muttered arching a brow "which is an enexpected bonus"

She spread the bar bill out between them on the rough table, dragging her finger down the long list.

"Two large barrels, one of mead.. one of dark ale for the dwarves. Good of them to come, and in such numbers too hm? One and a half bottles of good whiskey... all poured into that one human. A miracle he could stand at the end!"

The list continued down as Cal murmured in wonder "Aariam took on that bottle of Felweed Absinthe all by herself" Cal winced, thinking of the cost, and the hangover Aari would have the next morning. No wonder she didn't take much persuasion to dance on the stage...

"Four bottles of that half decent Dalaran red and one of Feralas white, Eleven bottles of Stranglethorn gold label brandy and a few platters of cooked meat and bread and.. a few bottles of water for the Draenei"

"Every race had some representation.. that is something to build on hm?" Mael nodded to her before knocking back his glass with a trace of a scowl "even the gnomes" They both rolled their eyes, recalling Spoon's spectacular opening gambit in the diplomatic talks.

Cal had tended bar, far from the debates, but gossip had filtered through to her that Spymaster Spoon's opening salvo had been something along the lines of: "Hey you elves, time to get your heads out your asses and help the Alliance out..."

Thank Elune for Kathene's sense to draw that gnome to one side and contain the damage.

She gestured to the bill idly "I've got this one" holding up a hand firmly to stall his protests before they even started. She flashed him a look, no argument to be heeded.

"I hear, there's a rather atrocious den in Dalaran, quite neutral... under the city somewhere" she shrugged counting out her coins for the innkeeper "if this business to the South settles, perhaps next time we could try there? I promise, you can pay for that one"

Emptying the last of the brandy into their glasses he sighed, nodding eventually "alright, to the Alliance then?"

The glasses chimed together "Tssk" she smirked "to -our- alliance."