Disclaimer: The characters are mine.
Summary: It's easy to animate a corpse, resurrecting a soul is much trickier.
Author's Note: A collection of drabbles. Nothing fancy.
The Paladin dropped her bag on the counter in front of the banker and smiled at him.
"G'day miss," he greeted her cheerily, reaching for his ledger with her account on it. "What have you got for me today?"
"Well, I picked up some more herbs in the mail that I don't need at the moment and some new alchemy formulas," she explained, handing over the bundles to be carefully recorded and put away. "And then I picked up a couple of things for the guild. Some weapons and a couple of better potions I made up."
"An invisibility potion? That's impressive Miss Paladin," her banker remarked. "Is that everything today?"
"Yes it is."
"Well then I'll take care of this and you have a good day now." he replied and closed her personal ledger. The Paladin smiled and waved goodbye. Turning, she ran into a black plated chest and nearly lost her balance. A firm grip on her hand kept her from falling.
"Careful now." The accent was unmistakable. The bank fell silent as Besa looked up and saw only a cloaked face and horns curling out of the black plate helmet. A Death Knight, of the Ebon Blade judging at her presence in the city.
"I'm sorry. Thank you." she replied and moved out of her way. The fallen Draenei nodded and stepped up to the window. The banker trembled visibly.
"How may I help you today ma'am." Light bless him and his old fashioned ways, thought Besa.
"I would like to leave these with you," the Death Knight stated. "They are of no use to me at the moment."
"Certainly."
Aware that the entire bank, including herself had be studying the interaction, as if it was a crime for a person to deposit some cloth and lesser-valuable gems at a bank, Besa coloured and hurried out of the building and into the sunshine. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but simply being in the Death Knight's presence sapped all the warmth out of her. It didn't explain her surprising gentleness though, something unheard of in all of the rumours she had heard about the Lich King's favoured servants.