Part 2 – The Thieves
Feya looked out over Ratchet, as she stepped off the boat, which had just finished its voyage from Booty Bay. The coastal town, a haven for seafarers located in the savannah known as The Barrens, looked busy. Everywhere in the town, merchants peddled their goods from wooden stalls, the sounds of hammering and tinkering audible over the noise of the crowd, who moved from building to dusty building, going about their daily work. This was a town built on trade, and transport. Cargo was being hauled off the boat, replaced almost instantly by more goods, destined for the Eastern Kingdoms and the jungles of Stranglethorn, where they would be carried via caravan northwards towards Stormwind, the city of humans.
Her nose crinkled slightly in her contempt for the humans. Such a temperamental race, she thought, brushing stray strands of black hair back behind her long, slender ears. These protracted ears and her dark blue skin marked her as a night-elf, however, in such a place as this, race was never an issue, although a few short hours up the road in Orgrimmar, she would be attacked on sight simply for being born to her race.
She sighed at the futility of the world, and continued onwards, departing the dock area. She scanned the town, and saw a large two-storey building, with tables and chairs outside it, various people sipping drinks, playing games of chance and eating. The inn would be her place of rest for a few nights, for however long it took to complete the assignment and be off again. As she neared the inn, a familiar voice piped up behind her.