(2023-12-13) Horde Oeuvre: Spirits Living On
| Author: |
Saaron |
| Summary: |
Briyanthe's third Horde Oeuvre. This time, Oshok, Liyen, Venarien and Zara'zara join in. They discuss spirits, the Orc's past, what binds them together as the Horde, and remembering the past. |
| Rating: |
T for Teen |
Liyen: No idea. I heard something about a charity elf thing? *Liyen peers around with luminous eyes*
Zarazara: I tink dis is de place!
Oshok nods and approaches.
Briyanthe opens the little makeshift door. "Yes, it's here, please come in!"
Oshok: I do not have coin to offer, but I brought food.
Liyen loo9ks Briyanthe up and down.
Oshok produces a fresh 17 Pound Catfish.
Zarazara: Oh, I did not even see ya dere.
Liyen: I didn't bring food, but you should probably be thankful for that.
Zarazara laughs at Liyen.
Oshok: This catfish was wriggling mere moments ago.
Briyanthe is wearing her usual attire for these things. A simple dress, with an apron. "O- oh. I'm certain we can find something to do with your fish!"
Oshok: I can cook it over the fire…
Briyanthe: And don't say that, humans made some delicious food too. I'm sure it isn't all lost on the Forsaken!
Briyanthe: Please, do!
Briyanthe moves away from the door to let everyone in.
Oshok skewers the gigantic catfish and begins to cook it over the fire with the air of someone who knows what he's doing.
Briyanthe gets closer to the stew… yet again. It's stew again. With beans, and onions, and lamb, and there's bread and vegetables on the side.
Oshok: I am Oshok Axmaw.
Oshok stands at attention and salutes.
Liyen moves in, noting the centaur rug with a raised eyebrow. "If you say so. I'll pass on the food, but I came for the company. I'm Liyen."
Zarazara: I be Zara'zara!
Oshok eyes Liyen up and down.
Briyanthe: Right, I should have introduced myself, how rude of me! I'm Lady Briyanthe, of House Rosheshine.
Zarazara: My friend told me about dis. She say da food was pretty good, eh?
Liyen: Very fancy. *Liyen nods approvingly* And what are you raising money for?
Briyanthe: I do appreciate the company too! And even if you don't eat, a donation to keep this type of event going would be greatly appreciated, if you have any coins to spare!
Oshok watches the cooking catfish as though lives hang in the balance if he does not turn it just so.
Briyanthe: Oh, I assume you're one of Hu'yubi's friends! She was here last time.
Zarazara: Das right! Yubi said I kyan get fed for a coppa?
Liyen steps aside to not be in the way of fish or stew, should the troll go for one or the other.
Briyanthe: I raise money for just that! *She starts filling bowls of stew for the other, smiling at Liyen.* Events that will strengthen our bonds and bring a little bit of joy for those who can't afford much.
Briyanthe: ((the others*))
Zarazara peers at the stew. "Ah…what kinda meat ya got in dat?"
Briyanthe hands a bowl to Zara'zara. "A symbolic copper is all you nee- Lamb. It's lamb."
Oshok grunts.
Zarazara: Ahh. I gonna stick to da fish, den.
Oshok: Don't like lamb?
Zarazara holds up her hands in a no-thank-you gesture to the offered bowl.
Liyen: Joy. Sure. I'm good at spreading joy and making bonds. Especially bonds.
Oshok narrows his eyes at Liyen.
Zarazara: Not really sure. But…I cannot eat red meat.
Oshok: Why not?
Briyanthe forces a laugh at Liyen's comment. She assumes the forsaken was going for something funny.
Liyen looks curiously at Zara'zara.
Zarazara: A sickness, mon. Picked it up when I was younger.
Oshok grunts. "You are lucky you did not die."
Oshok: If I could not eat red meat, I would be dead.
Briyanthe: Oh, I'm a actually healer! I would be glad to help in any way, if I can.
Zarazara: Heh, I almost did die!
Oshok: The fish is almost done. You will live another day.
Liyen: Good on you, staying alive! Is it… contagious?
Zarazara gives Briyanthe a tusky grin. "Tanks, but it be too late for dat."
Zarazara: Nah, it ain't contagious. Just watch out for ticks if ya ever visit da Strangletorn Vale.
A bowl begins to move on its own. It fills with stew, then disappears behind the furniture.
Oshok continues to carefully rotate the fish over the flames.
Briyanthe: Ah, yes, those dreadful little creatu- *Briyanthe blinks at the floating stew.*
Zarazara: What da heck? Ya got some spirits playin' games here?
Liyen watches the bowl and makes a kind of 'huh' sound. "You got somebody invisible around here?"
Briyanthe: Spiri- spirits, here? You think? *Her voice breaks a little, but she clears her throat, says a prayer, and looks around a little more confidently.* Is anyone here invisible?
Venarien There is the vague sound of eating coming from the place the stew disappeared to.
Liyen: They're probably not going to answer, you know. Or why would they be invisible in the first place?
Oshok seems unfazed by the invisible eating person. He seems like he wouldn't be fazed by much.
Liyen: Hey, person. You probably don't need to hide, unless you're uglier than I am. *Liyen grins*
Venarien: I am not ug—! Uh…
Oshok seems to hear the 'ding' of some internal cooking timer. He withdraws the catfish from the fire and carries it, still impaled, over to the table. "Is the table clean? If not, do you have a tray? Or paper?"
Venarien tries again in orcish. "I am not ugly."
Briyanthe: Oh! Welcome!
Zarazara: Oh! 'Ey dere!
Briyanthe smiles at Oshok. "The table is clean, but I can you a plate, just wait a moment!"
Oshok grunts, still holding the fish above the table. It drips a little. It is large.
Liyen waves a hand in greeting. "Sure, yeah, I bet all the elves agree."
Oshok: I would need a platter. This is enough fish for all of us.
Zarazara: Ya look like ya could eat da whole ting, mon.
Zarazara grins at Oshok.
Oshok has carefully scored the fish's skin to keep it from curling; he seems to know what he's doing. He grunts at Zara's comment, unsmiling.
Briyanthe looks through a bag with cooking things. She looks back at the fish. "Yes… I might not have what's necessary here." She brings along piece of cloth to the table. "I suppose… this will have to do."
Briyanthe puts the cloth on the table.
Liyen takes a seat around the table, though she doesn't reach for the fish.
Oshok nods and grunts again, then carefully lays the fish on the table, pulling out the skewer.
Oshok pulls a sharp knife from his belt and opens the fish up neatly, displaying its perfectly-cooked meat as he opens it like a book.
Oshok: Help yourselves.
Briyanthe: My apologies, I couldn't honor the food you brought us better with the appropriate tableware.
Liyen nods approvingly at the skillful cutting of the fish.
Oshok: It's fine. I've eaten off logs. This is better.
Zarazara: Taz'dingo! Tanks, mon.
Briyanthe hands Oshok a bowl of stew. "Here."
Oshok accepts the bowl with a slight bow of his head.
Liyen: So, what kind of bonds are we making?
Zarazara settles at the table, taking Oshok's instruction and helping herself.
Venarien: Rope? Chain?
Zarazara laughs.
Liyen gestures at Venarian and nods. "Or something more unusual?"
Oshok takes the bowl of stew in both hands and chugs it down like it was ale. But neatly. No spills.
Briyanthe: Well, those! We are sharing food, talking, sharing experiences, learning about each others' cultures! I'm sure Zara'zara could tell us much about the spirits she thought may have been here!
Oshok moves around to the opposite side of the table from Liyen before taking a seat.
Liyen: Oh… metaphorical bonds. I'm not as good at those.
Venarien: Are you better at rope or chain?
Zarazara: I could try. What do ya want to know about de spirits?
Oshok narrows his eyes at Liyen. They are a dull red, which suggests things about the grizzled old orc's history, perhaps.
Liyen glances over at Venarien. "I'd say chain? Rust is easier to handle than decay, don't ask me how I know."
Zarazara: How do ya know?
Liyen: Hah. A rebel! I like you.
Briyanthe goes around the table and offers everyone a glass of elven wine.
Zarazara snickers.
Oshok strangely is not touching the fish he brought, though it smells and tastes delicious.
Venarien chugs hers like it's water.
Oshok accepts the wine with the same slight head-bow as he did the stew, and makes it disappear similarly.
Liyen accepts a glass of wine, and seems content to use it as an accessory. Wine glass offhand.
Briyanthe: For the spirits, um… *She blinks at Venarien.* … Um. As I was saying, the spirits… are they here? Now? Everywhere in Orgrimmar? Or… they just… stay to specific places?
Oshok: They have their own valley here. *This sounds dry. Possibly a joke.*
Liyen: If they stay obediently in their valley, does that mean we're all honorable, because we're here?
Oshok: No.
Briyanthe fights with the fish to grab a piece of it with a spoon and puts in an empty bowl.
Oshok looks directly at Liyen as he says this.
Liyen laughs.
Zarazara: Some say everyting have a spirit in it. Dey can be in de physical elements. But ya truly know dey around when dey manifest.
Briyanthe doesn't notice the Oshok's look at Liyen. The fish is fighting back. But Briyanthe eventually succeeds triumphantly. The fish is in the bowl.
Liyen: And none are… manifesting around here?
Zarazara chuckles. "Do ya see any?"
Liyen: No, but…. I don't know, would we? Or do you need to be a special spirit-attuned person?
Oshok: Not everyone sees spirits, Zara'zara.
Zarazara: Dey do when dey manifest! Heheh.
Liyen: Good to know.
Oshok: Is that what manifest means?
Briyanthe seems a little tense at the description of spirits. "Oh, you mean they're present in all things, They're a power that brings… life?"
Briyanthe sits next to Liyen to eat her fish. She's including you all, even the Forsaken.
Zarazara: Some might bring life. Or other tings. De elements are de buildin' blocks of de world.
Liyen smiles and raises her glass in a little salute at Briyanthe as she sits.
Oshok: Sometimes the elements cook fish.
Zarazara giggles at Oshok.
Venarien: Can they do fireworks?
Oshok looks curiously at Venarien.
Zarazara: Dey might be in fireworks. I never heard of a spirit makin' dem.
Briyanthe smiles back at Liyen.
Venarien: Hey, hey. Can you teach a spirit how to make fireworks? That sounds fun.
Oshok: There are fire spirits, hm?
Zarazara: Of course, mon!
Zarazara: ANd…heh. De spirits teach me, I do not teach dem.
Oshok: You sound like Thrall.
Zarazara: Dat orc be a wise one.
Oshok nods.
Oshok: Thrall hall!
Liyen: Very wise. Good at alliances. *Liyen nods*
Zarazara beams proudly at the comparison.
Oshok stands at attention and salutes.
Zarazara: T'rall hall!
Briyanthe: Fascinating. So, in a way, spirits, they're a bit like the Lig- *She raises her hands up to her face, chuckling.* I'm sorry, I promised myself I wasn't going to talk about the Light today. I'm keeping this for the events, where you will all be welcome!
Briyanthe: ((for other events*))
Venarien: You think he's gonna change his name ever? Doesn't it mean, uh…
Oshok: Slave.
Oshok: Orcs are not ashamed to wear their scars.
Oshok has many.
Liyen: Maybe it's symbolic? A leader is a slave to their people.
Zarazara: You seem like ya got a lotta scars, Oshok. Hey, what ya name mean?
Oshok: My name means… hm.
Oshok: It is an old Orcish word, not used anymore.
Briyanthe: Please, do tell us what it used to mean.
Oshok: It is a sort of… high speed bloody impact. As of an axe in flesh.
Liyen: And that's not used anymore? Or just the word for it?
Briyanthe: … Delightful. *She forces a smile.*
Oshok: The word has fallen out of use.
Venarien: Oh, that's…gruesome. But it sounds orc.
Zarazara: Oooh, soundin' pretty tough!
Oshok: We still make many high speed bloody impacts.
Liyen nods. "Powerful name, then, if a little old-fashioned."
Oshok: Yes. I am old, as orcs go.
Oshok: Forty-three.
Venarien: That's um. Baby age.
Oshok: For an elf.
Liyen: Older than I'll ever be, in a certain way of thinking.
Oshok: Most orcs do not live to see forty.
Briyanthe: Oh. That's young. Is that really… old for orcs?
Oshok: On Draenor, shamans often lived longer. The rest of us fought and died. Shamans lived to gather wisdom.
Oshok: I am no shaman.
Oshok: But even a shaman… I never knew one older than seventy.
Briyanthe: So it's more about… honorable deaths on the battlefield than actual life expectancy?
Oshok: Both. We would never live as long as an elf.
Liyen: So age itself is like a medal of honor. That's you're one heck of a warrior.
Venarien: Have any orcs considered working in a library or something?
Oshok: No.
Oshok doesn't even respond to Liyen's compliment at all.
Liyen whispers to Venarien, "I don't think they read."
Briyanthe: I- yes, I assume so. It's just, even for humans, forty-three is still fairly young.
Oshok: Humans do not live by the axe.
Zarazara: Some trolls live fa centuries wit da blessings of de loa. Maybe orcs should be listenin' to da loa, too.
You nod at Oshok.
Oshok: What would be the point of living for centuries?
Zarazara: Like you say! Gainin' wisdom.
Venarien: Advancement of civilization?
Oshok: No matter how long I live, I will never be wise. And I have seen enough "advancement."
Liyen chuckles.
Oshok: When I can no longer bring the 'oshok' to my enemies then I will join my wife and son. As it should be.
Zarazara: Maybe you wiser dan ya tink. My teacher say, 'de wisest person tink deyself a fool'.
Oshok: Then I must be wise indeed.
Liyen: I've got someone waiting for me, too. A husband. He's used to me making him wait, though.
Oshok narrows his eyes at Liyen. "I suspect he will be waiting a while."
Liyen: With any luck.
Oshok: I do not seek death. But when it finds me, I will be in good company.
Venarien: Oh, good. I was starting to think that was the orc way.
Briyanthe: Well… *She puts the tip of her fingers on Zara'zara's shoulders.* I think it's fair to assume yourself to be wise after studying and embracing the wisdom of others for years. You don't have to think yourself a fool to be wise!
Oshok: Some orcs care nothing for their lives. But I carry memories that are useful for young orcs. There are few enough who remember.
Venarien: Well if THAT'S the case, a library could be a good idea.
Oshok: Eitrigg. Varok Saurfang.
Liyen: Any memories that might be useful for us? We're building bonds, after all.
Oshok: Orcs are not, on the whole, fond of the written word. If my son had survived the Wrathgate — *here his eyes land on Liyen again* — he might have tried to do something about that.
Zarazara shrugs at Briyanthe. "I tink her point was dat a wise person know dey still got a lot to learn."
Oshok: My memories are for orcs. Not for you.
Oshok stares at Liyen, eyes as hard and red as bricks.
Zarazara quiets at the mention of the Wrathgate.
Liyen blinks luminous eyes, and looks at the others. "Do I look like an apothecary? Let me answer that for you, in case you don't know what they look like. No, I do not."
Briyanthe notices tensions. "I'm truly saddened by seeing shared experiences - in some way or another - between all of us. If it brings any of you peace, I will say a prayer tonight for those who are waiting for us, so they can bask in the Light as they await us."
Briyanthe: By the way, completely unrelated, the fish - exquisite. I'm just going to… *She gets up, goes back to her bag, and comes back with a few small jars and begins sprinkling a big amount of spices on her bowl.*
Oshok: You may take as much as you like, Lady Briyanthe of House Roseshine. It is my gift.
Oshok: The trick is to cook immediately after catching. Cut small slits in the skin, then cook with skin still on.
Oshok: Catfish skin is hard to remove when raw.
Briyanthe serves herself some vegetables from the stew. Then she looks at him. Oh no. She has to fight against the fish again with her spoon now that he said she could have as much as she wanted.
Oshok watches her fighting with the fish and … smiles? Oh wow, that was a smile.
Briyanthe: That's a very useful information. I'm not the greatest, so I appreciate the guidance. *She gets up, and begins trying to cut a piece of fish and get inside her bowl again.*
Oshok reaches into his bag and hands her a fork.
Briyanthe: ((the greatest cook* she does believe herself to be the greatest of all))
Zarazara: I could learn a ting from you, Oshok. I really should learn ta be a bettah cook.
Oshok: Use this. Give it a little twist just when the tines touch the skin, and the meat will flake loose.
Oshok: I have a question for the elves, if I may.
Briyanthe breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much, I forgot mine at home, and I thought with the stew, spoons would be more than enough. I didn't expect fish!"
Briyanthe: Please, do ask your questions. We will be happy to answer, if we can! *She smiles at Venarien.*
Oshok: Why did you trust the orcs enough to join the Horde, after orcs burned your forest?
Liyen turns to look at the elves for their answers.
Zarazara glances curiously between the two elves.
Venarien laughs. "I'm not the guy in charge, sorry. I'll trust anyone until they burn me, personally."
Oshok takes a spoon and uses it to scrape the bottom of the stew bowl he guzzled from earlier. He has now conclusively proven that he eats with spoons and forks.
Briyanthe is a little taken aback. "Oh, well, that's a difficult question. I can't give you an answer for all elves, and ultimately it was our leader's decision. However, I can tell you why I did."
Briyanthe: ((leaders'))
Oshok looks thoughtfully at Venarian. "The forest was not personal to you?"
Oshok looks to Briyanthe curiously at her statement.
Venarien: No? I'm more of a street urchin.
Venarien: No? I'm more of a street urchin.
Oshok nods.
Oshok looks strangely relieved at Venarien's statement. Not too hard to suss out why, given his age.
Zarazara peers expectantly at Briyanthe.
Briyanthe: Well, for me it was a question of destiny. As a noblewoman, I have to do what is good for my people. The Forsaken and Lady Sylvanas were opening their arms to us and welcoming us into the Horde, it would have been wrong to refuse help in our direst-
Briyanthe: moments.
Venarien: Besides, your lot let us into your cities after we cut ties with the Alliance. You could've been like, oh no, they're so fickle, they're just gonna change sides again later.
Briyanthe: And since, Orcs accepted us as well, it would have been wrong to be ungrateful towards such generosity.
Briyanthe: That too. You trusted us, and for that I am grateful.
Liyen nods with a smile at the recognition of the Forsaken and the Dark Lady.
Oshok considers what Briyanthe said, then turns to Venarien. "I think you will do well in the new Horde. Ogrimmar rewards those who are street smart and clever."
Venarien grins. "Good. It's not as openly appreciated in Silvermoon."
Oshok: Silvermoon is an old city. Set in its ways, I imagine.
Briyanthe: I also believe in the virtue of tenacity. If we want to rise again, we need to keep fighting. And what better way to fight than with trusty allies beside us?
Oshok grunts in approval at Briyanthe's latest.
Liyen: Hear, hear! *Liyen raises her wine glass prop*
Oshok: My people have been controlled by demons, enslaved by humans - now we are free. Dwelling on the past will not tell us what to do with that freedom. We must rise again, as you say.
Oshok: Thrall knows the way.
Zarazara: T'rall hall!
Venarien: You know what else rises a lot? The sun. It's a good example.
Oshok: Thrall hall!
Briyanthe: Yes, our people sometimes value intellect, but not wisdom - or street smart, as you put it.
Oshok stands at attention and salutes.
Liyen: My people, too, have been killed, and then enslaved. The Dark Lady says to let the past melt away. Focus on the future.
Briyanthe follows Liyen and raises her glass.*
Oshok considers Liyen for a moment. He doesn't touch his glass. Maybe orcs just don't do toasts.
You nod at Venarien.
Oshok: Venarien, you make me wonder what the sun suffers each night before it rises. But now I sound like my son.
Briyanthe: That is a very poetic thought, Oshok.
Venarien: Supression, duh. But it always wins out in the end.
Oshok: Poetry does not come naturally to me as it did to Egar. But I must try to carry some of him onward, as he was meant to do for me when I was gone.
Liyen lowers her hand, toast complete.
Briyanthe: Yes, no matter what night brigns, light shines once again every time. I think this is what we should focus our thoughts on.
Oshok: Sometimes it is less about waiting for the light and more about finding one's way in the dark.
Liyen: Okay, that I can get more behind.
Oshok: Thrall did not wait for a new dawn. He found his way through the darkness, and took us with him.
Liyen: Like the Dark Lady, building us into a people when we thought ourselves lost.
Oshok frowns a little, clearly annoyed that he accidentally agreed with the Forsaken.
Zarazara: Many of us were lucky he did.
Venarien: But the sun still met him at the end. The sun is the best.
Oshok: He was our sun. *He says this almost gently.*
Venarien: Does it hurt to look at Thrall, too? I've never seen him.
Zarazara: I have not, either. But dey say he be strong wit de elements. Dat be like de sun, too!
Oshok: In a way. In a way, yes, for me it is like looking at the sun.
Venarien: That must be hard. He could be the prettiest orc ever, but no one can look at him.
Briyanthe: The best through the dark is to light a torch. Perhaps this is why fate brought us all together as people - so we can share this light. Whether metaphorically, or literally, with clerics - and now paladins too. *She has a bone to pick with paladins.*
Zarazara laughs.
Briyanthe: ((the best way*))
Oshok: I have heard many women say that he is fine to look upon. I have no opinion on this.
Liyen: Right, okay, but maybe we can keep the Light light out of our bonda… bonding sessions? Keep it to metaphorical pretty orc light.
Venarien: So he only blinds men? Okay.
Oshok: He has blue eyes. That is unusual for an orc. I know that much.
Oshok: I have trouble looking at him because… like the sun, he is too bright. He is too good. I — it is hard to explain. *he looks very grouchy suddenly.*
Venarien: I used to have blue eyes I think.
Oshok: Mine were brown before I drank from the cup. Like most orcs.
Zarazara: De cup…?
Venarien: Sounds ominous.
Briyanthe: Very well, yes. I understand. *She looks at Liyen, smiling.* But, if events about the Light light interests any of you someday, I would be more than happy to organize this!
Oshok: The Cup of Glory. *He turns as though to spit on the floor, then seems to remember people are using that floor and sucks it all back in.*
Zarazara: What be de Cup of Glory?
Liyen: Wow, mine were brown too! Look at all the things that bring us all together. *Liyen smiles at Briyanthe* If I ever get interested in that sort of thing, I'll let you know.
Oshok: The blood of the pit lord, Mannoroth.
Oshok: His armor is on display here in the city. Grom Hellscream slew him.
Briyanthe: I would even be happy to do one-on-one sessions to tell you about it! *She looks at everyone. Then, she clears her throat.* The… demonic blood, I believe?
Liyen: But you didn't get your eyes back. Damn shame.
Zarazara: Ya drink dat?
Oshok: Yes. Thousands of us did.
Oshok: We were brown, before. Brown-eyed, mostly.
Venarien: How much blood did that thing have? Yeesh.
Oshok: A great deal.
Briyanthe shakes her head at Venarien a little. "Have you seen that armor? This thing was huge!"
Oshok: They told us it was a great honor, being allowed to drink.
Liyen: As long as you keep a thing alive, it keeps making more blood, you know.
Venarien: Yeah but can you imagine a thousand orcs all suckling on it? That's a lot of orcs.
Liyen: Probably not simultaneously.
Venarien: Oh.
Oshok: It shed its blood into a pool… there may have been other things mixed in. I do not know. I showed up, was given my cup, I drank.
Briyanthe has a hard time imagining a thousand orcs all at once.
Oshok: I turned green, grew larger. My eyes turned red.
Liyen shakes her head in something like sympathy.
Oshok: If an orc drinks a second time, apparently he turns red.
Zarazara: Oh, spirits. I knew de orcs had changed, but…I did not know all dat.
Oshok nods.
Venarien: And then what, purple?
Oshok: I do not know. No one has drunk a third time.
Liyen: Good thing you didn't. Can you imagine trying to match your clothes with that shade.
Venarien: Hey, I like red.
Oshok: But this is why I say I must live a while yet. All should know these things. They should not be forgotten by anyone in the Horde.
Zarazara nods to Oshok with utmost seriousness.
Venarien: Why don't you hold a class to teach elves then? We live long.
Oshok: ((brb))
Oshok seems to consider Venarien's suggestion seriously.
Briyanthe: That is what I was going to say. With us, your knowledge will be passed down for generations of orcs as well.
Oshok: Would they be interested? *he sounds a little dubious*
Venarien: Sure, there are some knowledge crazy elves out there. I'm sure someone would put it in a scroll or something.
Zarazara: I would come! I bet ya got loads to teach!
Liyen nods and sets down her wine glass. "I think that's my bonding time for the day. Good luck preserving the history of the orcs."
Briyanthe: We have many scholars. I'm certain one of them at least would be interested in recording orcs history.
Briyanthe: Thank you for joining us Liyen! Feel free to leave donations if you can!
Liyen drops some coins in the donation container. "Sure thing. Maybe I'll pop in next time."
Briyanthe beams.
Briyanthe: Now, the thing with having a scholar record your history would be… maybe it would not be very accessible to orcs themselves. It would kept into one of Silvermoon's library, most certainly.
Oshok: But copies could be made, yes?
Zarazara: I bettah get gone, too. Utani gonna take da switch ta me if I be late fa lessons.
Oshok grunts and nods.
Venarien: Y'know, I was just going to eat and leave, but this has been fun.
Oshok: I will think over what you have all said.
Venarien drops some coins of her own into the donation container.
Oshok: Your respect is appreciated.
Briyanthe: Thank you all for coming!
Zarazara digs into her pouch and places a copper coin on the table before Briyanthe. "Tank ya fa da comp'ny. And fa da fish, Oshok!"
Briyanthe: It was a pleasure to see so many of us today!
Oshok waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell!
Zarazara waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell!
Oshok: Until our paths cross again.
Briyanthe: I will make sure to use red meat less often, so you will get to experience Blood Elf cuisine, Zara'zara!
Briyanthe looks at the huge fish she's left with. "Well… I know a cat who's having a feast tonight."
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