Davyn sat alone at the only tavern situated in the dank and musty Underbelly of Dalaran. In all of his travels it had become one of his most revisited spots, and for a man that didn't enjoy staying in one place too long that was definitely a feat. Compared to the loud and rowdy inns on the surface of the floating capital of the mages, this place was practically abandoned. Some days he would be the only patron this place had, and that was one of its most attractive features to the loner. The relative isolation was second only to the drop dead gorgeous High Elf barmaid serving him.
He flashed her a devilish smile as he slipped a few gold coins across the bar as she put down another mug of ale in front of him. There was far more there than the tab that he had been racking up that night, he always tipped quite generously. The High Elf gave a small, mischievous smirk of her own and passed a small scrap of parchment to him. He glanced down and read it quickly, the right side of his scarred face twitching into the beginnings of a victory smirk when she turned around and disappeared into the back.
The smirk died slowly as he heard hoofsteps approaching him directly from behind. He reached to his belt and gripped the handle of one of the poisoned daggers he had hidden on the inside of his leather jerkin. The way the steps lined up with his blind spot was a detail he couldn't just ignore, he had learned from that kind of mistake the hard way once, and it wasn't something he was looking forward to experiencing again. He didn't release the grip he had on it until the sound shifted to the side and became accompanied by the sound of the stool next to him moving slightly. He didn't even bother to even look just yet, instead far more intent on the downing the full mug in front of him and thoughts of the company he would enjoy that night.
"Hello Davyn." The person next to him finally spoke, breaking the tense silence. This elicited a small sigh from him, just when he thought this night might actually turn out well for him something like this just had to go and happen to him. If she already knew his name, this visit was either a job, an offer for sex (rumors tended to get around about him), or a previous offer for sex that was about to come back and bite him in the ass. He wasn't interested in any of those things at that point in time, but as tempting as it was to finish his ale and go into the back to have his way with the barmaid, he would at least hear this out.
He turned his head to glance at the voice, and was unsurprised to see a Draenei woman sitting there. He had recognized the accent in the voice. It was one of the most obvious and exotic sounds in the Alliance, if not all of Azeroth itself. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" He asked gruflly, knocking back a good half of the ale down in one go while he waited for her response, and observed her closely. She was incredibly attractive, and wearing what looked like very expensive clothing, clothing that he wouldn't mind seeing underneath if truth be told. Maybe he might have to rethink his plans for that night…
"I have some work for you, something I was told would suit your particular skills quite well." She began with a small smirk, which only served to illicit an annoyed groan from the mercenary. So much for those hopes of his, and just when things could have been interesting. "We need you to find a Night Elf who has stolen some highly sensitive information from the group I represent, information that needs to be kept from public view and knowledge. The consequences would be very bad for the Alliance."
"Standard fee for that is two thousand, half now half ready and waiting when the job is done." He told her, sounding almost bored about the whole situation. The mercenary had dealt with situations like this more times than he cared to even remember. He didn't give a damn about the wellbeing of the Alliance, the end payout was the only thing he really cared about, the only reason he was even in this line of work. Though, with how professional this woman seemed, perhaps she already knew this.
"Also, once you retrieve the package we need your orders are to kill the girl and dispose of the body. He wants to ensure that she will not meddle in his affairs any more." Her voice was cold and detached, it clearly made no difference to her one way or the other, and that worried him a little.
"It's my policy not to kill women." He warned with a low growl, suddenly even less interested in this particular job if that had even been possible. Clearly this woman or the man who sent her had absolutely no idea who they were dealing with. He was quite strict in his code and the way he worked, no attachments, no strings, in and out before anything has a chance to go wrong, and no harming women or children. He had enough skeletons and ghosts in his closet that he didn't need to give them any more company.
"Well then make an example of her, and make it clear that she shouldn't make the same mistake twice. If she lives and something else happens to us because of it, this will come down on your head and you will not enjoy the consequences." Her voice had been low and threatening, but Davyn merely shrugged it off. This was far from the first time he had been threatened in such a manner and it has never had an effect on him before.
"Whatever, I'll get it done." Davyn finally accepted with a great deal of reluctance. The truth was, he needed the extra cash, every little bit helped him. Maybe he could retire out of this line of work sooner or later, live out the rest of his life on a boring farm. The thought was a little amusing to him, since he recognized just how foolish of an idea that was for a man like him.
The woman did not seem content just leaving at that though, and she continued. "See that you do, otherwise we'll reveal that little secret you've been managing to keep so well."
He glared at her with his wild yellow eyes, warning her that she was approaching a very dangerous line. He didn't kill women, but people that knew his secret stopped being people and started becoming threats. Davyn had absolutely no problem with eliminating threats. He turned back to his ale and sipped halfheartedly now, suddenly losing his desire to drink. Now this job had turned into blackmail, what was he getting himself into?
Only then did the Draenei seem satisfied enough to walk away. "The information you'll need is in a folder deposited in your vault. I'll expect to see you again when it's done." She stood up and walked away. As much as he loved to be rid of that woman, he did enjoy the moments it took to watch her walk away. Once she rounded the corner and disappeared, he turned back to his drink just as the barmaid walked back out. He almost pitied her in a way, now she was going to be the willing target of all his pent up stress, she might be bedridden for a week or so when he was done with her.
He grinned wolfishly, as if observing prey, and stood up, following her back into the spare bedroom of the inn. The mercenary was looking forward to this, having worked quite a long time to be in this situation. It was time to reap the rewards of his own hard work.
The next morning he woke up with a pounding headache and the feeling of a light body draped over his own broad and heavily muscled one. Feeling fully satisfied with himself for the first time in a while, he tried to figure out his surroundings. It would seem they hadn't even made it to the bed, or perhaps had been unable of staying on it since they were strewn across the floor in a tangle of limbs.
He managed to remove her from on top of himself without waking her up, standing up and placing her on the bed. He was considerate to the women he slept with, they deserved that much at least. He winced slightly at the scratches that intertwined all over her body, especially her back. Apparantly the stress had mounted a bit too high for him, snapping like that. He dressed himself quickly in his shrouded leather armor and walked out of the room, leaving a healing potion on the stand next to the bed for her when she woke up. Hopefully he hadn't completely dropped the ball on that one, he wouldn't mind having her again some time.
With that out of the way, he walked out of the room and traversed through the Underbelly to where the sewers let out into the open air of Crystalsong Forest. He summoned his Black Drake with a simple thought, and in mere moments she was there waiting for him. He leapt out into the open air and into the saddle he had created for her, giving their destination and allowing himself to fully relax. He could feel the intrusive thoughts of the Drake, who was more like a partner to him than some simple beast of a mount, and he dismissed them with a simple laugh. "Don't judge me." Was all he said out loud.
The Drake responded with a deep rumble of a laugh and took off towards the Borean Tundra, where he would take a boat back to Stormwind and plan his mission from there. Certainly hiring a local mage for a simple portal would have been far quicker and more efficient, but he was stubborn and preferred more material means of transportation. While he didn't know from experience, he had heard rumors that mage portals could go horribly wrong, and knowing his luck he really didn't want to push for that potential.
Without even realizing it, he found himself slipping back into the hold of unconciousness. He was absolutely exhausted, although for quite a good reason. He trusted his Drake with his life though, one of the few beings in the world to have that trust. Davyn knew she would get him to his destination safely, after all it was an incredibly short trip.