Thanks Blizzard for the use of all the lovely lore and ingame area's to use and write a storyline in fanfiction form about.
Chapter 1: Old 'friend'
When the core group you work with grows rather small, there are only so many things you can do. Option: attract new people, fresh blood, expand the core group and lay out that desire to reform and be die hard with your business!
Option two: rely on others , sign a waterproof goblin contract that offered you a deal of a lifetime, but that also deprive you from most of your rights. Even though the perspective of your business would expand in size and you could still call yourself the owner of said the business.
Or he could pick option three and give up, as Denaestra had pointed out to him earlier when they met in the Broken Tusk for something to eat. He had the right to quit his business if he wanted, giving Blinking Wink the option to scoop it up and make it his anyway. That wasn't what he wanted…
He worked hard for this, together with Vim and Jazah. That his options were rather small right now didn't mean he simply wanted to throw the towel in and quit what he started. It was his business. It was his way of living. And he liked doing it.
So he sat there, alone in the Broken Tusk. Long after Denaestra went to continue her lessons for her exams again. It left Hazajin in doubt the way he sat there, sulking at the bar in the Broken Tusk that night in Orgrimmar, thinking things over.
Now Vim had plans to settle with Hayalnur and Jazah's arm showed very slow healing progress, he was left alone with the business. And with Jazah alone he could never pull it off. Not even if Denaestra managed to become a fully-fledged mage and show off her arcane abilities in a useful way. Perhaps she had a hidden talent in shooting with a bow and arrows suddenly, or decided to become a hunter. Which was the most unlikely though he ever had. She just didn't have the click with hunter pets the way she did with breeding mounts.
He fiddled with the idea of signing the stupid contract Fix had given him weeks ago. Blinking Wink had specifically added a page with future plans for the company if he wished to take him up on that business deal. He also told him to think about it really hard before he would sign anything he would regret. That advise coming from a goblin was kind of hilarious he figure, as it all had to do with numbers and profit for most of them. Blinking Wink told him it would be a waste of his time if Hazajin wasn't ready to invest in new idea's and developments the goblin had in mind for their future cooperation. It would leave Hazajin with the business only in name. He would mostly be training new recruits. Or that was his new job description. And after the recruits were trained he would automatically take a step up and manage the teams, so the actual fieldwork would be taken from him as well. He muttered as he emptied his mug of cheap beer about the thought.
He didn't feel like letting it go just like that. He snapped his fingers.
"Refill?" the bartender held up a bottle. Hazajin shook his head. "Gimme an ale. Da good one," he said, feeling the alcohol flow through his system. Four more and he was likely to throw up in the corner, or be so drunk he would end up being robbed, undressed and asleep somewhere in Orgrimmar if he was lucky. Tonight was not a good night for him to think about it. Too much. He needed time to think, that wasn't when he was drunk.
"Havin' a hard time?" the sarcastic tone in her voice made him look up. Great, the evening could not get any worse with her walking in. Vim warned him he saw her hang around in Orgrimmar again. If Zara was let out of prison and walked around in places she wasn't welcome, she was up to no good. And she would find him at some point. She always did. But Hazajin took his chances, hoping Orgrimmar was large enough not to run into her. But it almost seemed she sniffed him out. "Ya hard tah track," she told him, which made him slap himself on his forehead. Why was Vim always right about things like this. Next to him Zara sat herself down. Her appearance practically filled the room. She was still as pretty as he remembered her. Very different from Xar'Ti, whom he fiddled around with for a long time. No troll female ever matched Bundala. Then again, no troll woman wanted to match up to Zara nowadays. She wasn't exactly a welcome guest when she showed up. Zara meant bad news. She was the one rogue you didn't want to be associated with if you wanted your career to take ground. Zara was the type that laughed when she cut the muscles in somebody's calves and left them bleeding with a knife stuck in his lower belly in the heat of the Barrens in the middles of the road. Zara was the type that encouraged others to do the wrong things and make it look right. Even Jazah was skeptical about her when he was Zara's lover. And she was right. He always wondered what he saw in her when he was hanging out with her. It probably was the tension between them. Not only to be lured into the wrong business, but also the promise of a hot night. Zara could make anybody shudder if he had to believe her. The blood elf was a grey mouse in comparison with Zara. Colourful or not, he loathed her more then he liked her.
"Wat'cha want?" he snapped at her. "I want ya help. I be here on…business," she told him as if it was a secret she gladly shared with him. "I heard ya was here, so I came tah look at ya," she told him with that wicked grin of hers. "Look and be gone," he growled.
"Oooh, Haz, dat attitude, it be bringing back memories don'cha tink?" She licked her lips in a certain way that did remind him of all the steaming night he ever spent with her. It also reminded him of why he ended things after she pulled that trick on him. It did help him make the choice of not wanting to be an assassin. He could truthfully say she helped him there.
"Go away Zara!" he told her. "Ah…don'cha want tah know mah…business?" she asked him in a semi sad tone. "I don't want anything tah do wit'cha," he said to her.
"Dat be a shame. I be hired tah find somebody. And I hoped ya was willing tah help an old friend, since ya been traveling a lot and all," she smiled wickedly at him, with cold golden eyes that focused on something else then his face. He hisses something unfriendly at her which made her laugh even harder.
She was his past, his present and his regret put behind him. And here she was again, flirting him up with that smooth talk of hers. He hoped to avoid meeting her in Orgrimmar again, but Vim warned him. And Vim was mostly right about these assumptions. He hated that so much.
"Wat ya problem? No elf tah…please ya?" she laughed hard when he gritted his teeth. "I be hearing ya was taken by dem beauties, wit da pointy ears. Dey make a better fuck den I ever did?" she dared to ask him.
"Go away woman, I aint in da mood for ya jokes," he told her. "I likes ya irritated. Makes ya worth more den ten when we did it," she cuddled up to him as she played with one of his bleu dreadlocks. Hooking one arm in his. "I be hearin a lot of stories bout ya. Good and bad ones. Da good ones tellin'of ya business, da bad ones of ya doin tings to blood elf girlies. She be shunned if ya keep it up," she warned him with a wicked glance in her eyes. "She never be getting herself a descent husband if she be screwing round with'cha," the troll woman told him. Hazajin didn't want to hear that from her. He wanted to hear that from Denaestra. Besides, he took care of her now didn't he? Wasn't that equal to the solid base of their relation?
"Ya so silent," she said, teasing him a bit more by lingering her fingers on his upper leg too long. He slapped the greedy fingers away. "Get lost woman, I mean it," he snarled at her. "Oooh…Haz, ya hurt mah feelin 'here," she said, pointing at her heart. "Were be da big tauren? He not babysitting ya? He should, cause I be claiming ya if I can," she said, smacking her lips.
"If ya don't go, I will hurt ya," he promised with a jaw that was tight with anger. She answered him with a purr. "Ya so lovely when ya mad. Shame ya not willing tah help me. It be good money!" she offered him. If she hoped that money would win him over she was more wrong.
"I don't want nothing to do with'cha," he said. "Shame, I know ya was into meh once, don't be shy if ya ever want a rematch," she laughed when she got up.
It made him tremble with anger when she finally left. He rolled up the contract. The night was too spoiled to want to think about it. Signing that contract would make him assured of a certain percentage of every raptor they would sell, but it would also mean he would hand in over half of his income. If business was bad he would not earn much.
He grumbled, making a decision he wanted. He would expand his own business and refill Vim's spot with somebody else. All he had to do was ask Denaestra to write him an advertisement to recruit new people so he could start fresh and new. And this time he would avoid going into Orgrimmar if he could, especially now he knew Zara was walking loose again.
