Disclaimer: World of Warcraft, all the Warcrafts, and everything like that belong to Blizzard. however, Anari, Drak and Raj'orh are mine ;)
How is it this hot here…?" As she stepped off of the zeppelin, Anari pulled the hood of her cloak back from her face. "Why anyone would choose to live here is beyond me." Stepping into the hot durotar sun, she wiped a hand across her brow. " I be tinkin' elves don' sweat." A voice called from her back, out the door of this strange hut the orcs used for their travel hub. "Thank god you're here Raj. I need an escort in this new city the orcs have built. All my maps are of the old city, and they refuse to put a civilized language on their signs." She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of him. When she had first met him in silvermoon, his large stature, strange blue skin and red hair had scared her, but after much association with this ambassador of the horde, she had found in him a true friend. 'such a thing is rare in silvermoon' she thought as she looked him over. " And of course we don't sweat. We glow like the delicate little flowers we are." Anari watched him keel over with laughter. "Dat be good." Raj said, a glint in his eye. " Cause we be ridin' to Orgrimma' ".
Drak sat outside of Grommash Hold, a keen eye on the roads. 'The blood elf ambassador should be here by now. 'Wonder what's keeping her…' He shifted his eyes as a cloud of dust rose on the far end of the road. His eyes widened at what he saw. Raj'orh, an embassador of the Darkspear Trolls, was leading a rumpled blood elf sitting on a large, angry looking raptor. As they come to an abrupt stop in front of the hold, the elf almost toppled off her mount. Drak stepped forward, grabbing the elf's elbow to steady her.
She looked down at him coldly. "Keep your hands to yourself, orc. I need no help." As Drak stepped back, she dismounted almost gracefully. " Is there a room where I can make myself presentable for the warchief?" Raj grinned. " If ya be goin down to da left, da first door work fo' ya." The troll pointed, bowing mockingly.
Drak watched as the elf glared, tipped up her chin and stomped off into the entrance to the hold. He nodded at the troll. "You're either very brave, or very stupid." Raj just laughed.
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'Stupid troll' Anari thought as she washed the dust from her face. 'Dragging me onto that raptor instead of a proper caravan. Good thing I brought an extra robe. Like he never pulled his stupid trick. That'll wipe the grin off his face.' She smiled as she quickly brushed out her hair up. 'This'll show him'
Kor'kron were not generally required to make conversation. Even their leaders. At the moment, Drak was grateful for this. When the elf came back out, he had almost swallowed his tongue. Gone was the dust-covered, grungy creature that had stalked off towards the inn. This woman had long, shining red hair, golden skin and a tight black robe that left little to the imagination. 'It's not like I've never seen an elf before.' he thought to himself on the way to the warchiefs chamber. 'So why can't I take my eyes off of her?' Drak shook his head, then pushed open the doors to the warchiefs battle chamber. "Warchief Garrosh! The Blood Elf embassador has arrived." Drak stepped aside.
Anari looked up into Garrosh's yellow eyes. "Warchief, I offer my congratulations on your ascension to warchief, and also my condolences for the loss of Cairne Bloodhoof. We heard of the treachery of Magatha Grimtotem, and of your many actions on behalf of the horde." Garrosh scowled at her. "Get to the point, Blood Elf. I don't have much time to waste today." Anari's smile hardened. "Fine. All pleasantries aside, my people are worried about their place in the horde. They feel their representation here is too small, and have sent me here to make sure that our interests and welfare are considered in your councils. They have asked that I be placed on your councils to represent the interests of our people." Garrosh's eyes narrowed. "You and your people presume to make demands of your warchief? How foolish...and what makes you think you are worthy to sit on my council?" As Garrosh sneered down at her, Anari met his eye. "We simply assume that you would want to assuage our fears, knowing our past with the alliance. We would never presume to order you about. As for my worth, I have reached the highest level of adept in our faction of mages. I fought in northrend and was raised to council the leader of our people in war and politics. I will not be a burden on your council. " Garrosh stared down at her for a few moments. "You make your point. I will allow you to temporarily join my councils. We will see how you do. Warlord Drak, as head of the kro'kron, I am putting you in charge of this woman. It is your job see that she is kept...safe." Drak nodded in response. "Yes warchief." He looked to Anari. "I will escort you to your room."
Anari continued to look at Garrosh for a long moment, then turned her attention to Drak. "After you, Warlord.