Felix had to travel Azeroth to find the first name on his list, and he thanked SI:7 for picking up the tab for the portal. He didn't have many contacts in Exodar, but the Draenei he needed to find was infamous it seemed. A few silvers in the right hands told him that Khleb Taluun was the worst drunk they'd ever seen. He could be found, day in, day out, sat in the same corner table of the caregiver centre.

Felix had been nursing a cup of something that no man should ever have the misfortune to drink whilst watching his target. He liked to imagine that recruiting someone and killing someone were a similar skill set. It involved a lot of watching and a lot of waiting. Learning the habits and motivations of your target. Knowing when the time was just right to go in for the kill. In one case literally, and in the other, figuratively. Felix had decided that time was now. Khleb was sat on a roll mat on the floor and was leaning against a large cask. He'd just finished hurling his vomit up for the second time since Felix arrived that day. Caregiver Breel had seemed very enthusiastic that someone was taking an interest in Khleb and might be taking him away.

"Hello, Khleb."

Khleb replied with a low groan of pain.

"What do you say to getting sobered up so we can have a chat?" Felix offered a cup of something he was assured would do the trick.

Khleb let out a burp that looked like it was about to go too far as he convulsed before making the heroic effort of pushing out some horribly slurred words. "Would a, would a real defender of the light be shober?".

"Umm, I'd say so, yes."

"That'sh not my path, friend. Join me for a -" he suddenly seemed very queasy at the idea of his final word "- drink" and motioned to his barrel.

Felix didn't think this way a great idea, but felt that you had to play the game sometimes so took a seat and a cup of whatever Khleb handed him. "I'm wondering if you want to join me on a small, potentially lucrative job?" Felix jumped straight in. "Also, you have vomit hanging from your face tentacle thing."

"Lurative jobsh, do not interesht me," Khleb said and mopped stray vomit up with a stained cloth.

Felix did enjoy the straightforward attitude of the few Draenei he'd met. Very few mixing of words. Wildly different to Humans. "It could be very lucrative if that's your concern?" Felix took a sip from his mug and was shocked to find it was just very weak ale. "Did I get the same stuff you're drinking? Mine seems to be mostly water."

Khleb looked confusedly between the barrel and Felix's mug. "This is the shtrongest brew I make!"

"Then you must have drunk a lot of this?"

"Thishishmyfirdmug!"

Information clicked in to place about Khleb being the "worst" drunk they'd ever seen. "Oh, actually yes, it's giving a bit of a kick now. Delayed effect. Strong stuff."

Khleb seemed placated. "I'm shorry, but money is no to me… nofing to me. I sherve the light."

Felix didn't quite see the connection between drinking away your days and serving the light, but he had never been one to follow such nonsense. "Then it's your lucky day!" he said with a big smile and possibly too loudly as Khleb winced. "A dark threat grows beneath Stormwind and I'm in search of noble defenders to aid me."

Khleb perked up at this news. "A fret to the light?"

"Undoubtedly!"

"What nature doesh thish evil manifesht itshelf as?"

"Financial fraud!" Felix said before thinking.

"Oh." Khleb lost interest.

Damn it! Felix thought. Two steps forwards one step back. But he knew how to get through to him now. "You misunderstand. This fraud will lead to corruption."

"Anyfing involving money ish usually corrupt." Khleb replied.

"Corruption that will eat away at the heart of the Alliance!"

Khleb thought about it for a moment. "That does sound kind of bad."

"Exactly!" A triumphant grin spread across Felix's face, but just as quickly disappeared. "No! Not just kind of bad, Khleb. Terrible! The Alliance will fall to such an insidious trick perpetrated by denizens of the Void!"

"The Void is definitely bad. We would be able to shmite them in the name of the light, you shay?"

"Oh yes!" Felix wasn't sure on the details exactly, but someone, somewhere would end up dead, and if you wanted to call that smitten then who was he to argue.

"There ish a problem though," Khleb said, almost embarrassedly. "I haven't finished my training here."

Felix was thrown off his stride a bit and looked around the room. "Umm, what, what training is that, exactly?" He downed the rest of his ale water in one big swig.

"I am a defender of the light in the only way I know how. I became a monk to help my people. I must complete my training before I am ready."

Khleb didn't seem too set on this so Felix continued. "But you're clearly a... fine warrior already."

"Thish ish true." Khleb said, and Felix again admired the lack of subtlety. "My mettle hash been proven in battle many time. That was in a pre… a previous life. My life as a warrior, before... well, before. I have not tested my shkills as a monk."

No one had mentioned this in his brief research, so Felix was feeling more positive about why this drunk's name was on the list. "A seasoned veteran like yourself will know that the only real test is a trial by fire."

And that same fire grew in Khleb's eyes, lifting the drunken haze. "You are right, friend. I have languished too long." His slur had gone. "I will join you in this righteous cause and together we shall smite the enemies of the light."

Felix jumped up, roused by Khleb's sudden enthusiasm and the knowledge that he'd hooked his first name on the list. "We leave at once!"

They both started towards the exit of the centre and Felix felt that he had managed to hide the mug under his cloak very handily. "Now, Khleb, I don't know much of the monk's ways, but aren't you supposed to bring that keg with you?"

They both stopped. Khleb looked hesitantly into Felix's eyes. Felix felt he saw something there. Something imploring him to stop Khleb from picking up that keg.

"You are right, of course. I must have forgotten in the heat of the moment."

They stood there awkwardly for a moment as Felix waited for Khleb to go back for the keg. A few seconds after they had waited too long, Khleb headed back and lifted the keg onto his back.

They headed for the docks as Khleb was asking for more specifics on the mission. "Thank you, by the way."

Felix assumed he meant for giving him a purpose. "That's no problem."

"But my keg is settled, I'll take it from here."

Felix was wondering if this was a monk saying of some sort. "Pardon?"

"The mug you helped me carry."

Felix cursed inwardly, then handed back the mug. "Happy to help, of course."

"So, where does the list take us next?"