Even in the headquarters of SI:7, Zekka's hands are never far from his swords. Such paranoia has saved his life many times over.
"Rhyne!" barks Matthias Shaw.
Jerking his head to look at Shaw, Zekka responds, "Sir."
"You're from Goldshire, yes?"
"Yes sir. Born and raised."
"Have you had any experience with the sex trade?"
Blushing and turning his eyes to the floor, Zekka nods.
Shaw smirks, "Nobody's going to hold it against you… We've become concerned with the proliferation of prostitution in Goldshire."
Zekka chuckles a bit, "If it's anything like I remember, there isn't much paying involved."
Shaw blinks, "I see."
Zekka continues, "Cutthroat Alley here in Stormwind is another popular destination. I've even heard whispers of a Golden Veil, though they seem to be…clean, and may even have official sanction."
"Where do you hear these…whispers?"
"The Wayward Son in the Park. It's…my favorite tavern."
"I'll assign someone else to Stormwind. We really need native eyes in Goldshire."
Once again, Zekka felt an urge to scratch his crotch. Though the inflammation is long since gone, Zekka still feels a phantom itch when Goldshire is mentioned. Hopefully, it remains phantom while he's there.
"Yes sir. Will I just be there to observe?"
"You'll be placed in deep cover for about three months. Since some may recognize you, you'll be given an extensive disguise. You will not report in. In fact, it would be best for you to avoid Stormwind entirely."
Zekka sighed, "What is my mission?"
"To ascertain the threat Goldshire poses to the Alliance," Shaw responds, his tone brooking no further argument.
Zekka, quite used to need-to-know, shrugged, "Yes sir."