Rhukaa was trying to barter with an elderly Goblin named Hector and was having a difficult time of it. Partially because the Goblin couldn't hear out of his left ear, making Rhukaa yell everything he wanted to say. Partially because the old Goblin was as stubborn as any other Goblin when it came to business.
"All we need is a ship to Fray Island," Rhukaa said loudly. "I have plenty of herbs and potions to trade."
"WHAT IS THAT YOU SAY, BOY?" the Goblin unknowingly screamed into Rhukaa's ear. The Undead wondered how long it would be until he, too, lost his hearing. "You have WORDS and NOTIONS TO TRADE?"
"No sir, I have herbs and potions." Rhukaa replied with emphasis, trying his best to be patient.
"Sorry boy but YOU'RE IN THE wrong city if you WANT TO sell PERVS with lotion. TRY DALARAN, I hear they have a very SUGGESTIVE POPULATION."
Rhukaa sighed. He wondered for a moment how much easier it'd be to threaten the Goblin with magic. He raised a hand, planning to make some sort of death threat, but stopped midway and put his hand down hastily. The warlock waited a few silent seconds until he decided to try and reason with the Goblin again.
"Look, all I need is--"
"Father! What are you doing with a customer? I said I'd only be gone a second. I apologize for any inconvenience this has caused you, sir, my father is hard of hearing and hardly knows his left from his right anymore. Now old man, get away from my business." A younger Goblin had appeared and was shooing and pushing the older one away.
Rhukaa was surprised at how roughly the younger Goblin was treating his father. Whatever works, he thought. He didn't very much care. Whatever gets him his ship faster. " I need a ship to Fray Island."
The Goblin forgot his father and looked scrutinizingly at his customer. "Ships riding to Fray Island don't come cheap. It is a strange time of year you ask this. The warriors take their trips to Fray Island in the season of harvest."
"I didn't expect it would be cheap. I am willing to pay. What will you take for a ship and crew? I have liferoot, peacebloom, mageroyal, I have frost lotus, deadnettle, just name your herb, I have it."
The Goblin laughed. "Bah! We don't need any more herbs, just had an herbalist come in, demanding a ship to the Eastern Kingdoms. Gave us all we need."
"That's not all I have with me," Rhukaa wished he knew the Goblin's name. "I have health potions, strength elixirs, Troll's blood potions--"
The Goblin raised an eyebrow, interested. "Made of real Troll's blood?"
Rhukaa looked at the Goblin hard. "Of course not."
"Worthless then! Take your wares elsewhere." The Goblin shooed him away like a bothersome child.
Rhukaa cursed himself inwardly. He didn't know what he should do. It was just foul luck that an herbalist entered the city recently and paid a high price for a ship. He had nothing else he was willing to trade and didn't have any gold. His gold was all safely stored in the banks of Orgrimmar where he was inconveniently barred from entering. Or rather, exiting alive. Giving up, Rhukaa turned back, planning to meet up with the others and see what ideas they had concerning the problem.
He didn't get far, however, before bumping into Shei. The Troll was glaring at him. "You're worthless! How long does it take someone to get a ship?"
"Errr, we have an issue." Rhukaa responded.
"And that issue is?" Shei demanded.
"I have nothing to barter with, an herbalist came to the city just a few days ago and paid quite generously. So... we have no ship."
"Damn Goblins. Is that all? Well, he'll wish he took your potions in the end. Come on." Shei started walking towards the docks.
Rhukaa stared at her, confused. Then started, "No, Shei! What are you going to do? Wait!" Rhukaa ran after her, concerned for the well-being of the city.
Shei whipped around after he had asked her what she was going to do for the fifth time. "Will you shut up? Don't tell me your time in Azshara made you grow too much of a conscience. I wasn't the one who gave Fizzle Trailback a noggenfogger elixir instead of cough medicine just because he raised the price on vials."
Fizzle Trailback had been transformed into a skeleton for ten days following the event. He had even appealed to Thrall's men about the problem. They did not take it too seriously, however, and so nothing was done about it. "Just wait, you aren't going to do anything... errr--"
"Oh just shut up already, no one is going to get hurt. That ease your pathetic mind?"
Rhukaa said nothing. Shei, sick of all the waiting, walked right up to the Goblin who ran the docks. The Goblin was about to ask her what her business was but before he could, Shei put her hands on the Goblin's temples and began chanting a spell.
Rhukaa shuddered. Mind control. He hated when Shei used that spell. The fact that one person could control another irked him. He watched as the Goblin lost all perception of where he was, his jaw dropped and he began to drool.
"I need a ship to Fray Island and a crew to man it." said Shei.
"You need a ship to Fray Island and a crew to man it," replied the Goblin in a monotone, lackluster voice.
"You will lend us a ship, full with crew, free of charge." Shei elaborated. The Goblin repeated her. "You will allow myself, my five companions and a wolf to board," she continued, "And you will not ask for what or wherefore we are traveling to the island." The Goblin repeated her every word. Shei ended the spell by letting go of the Goblin.
Released, the Goblin looked around with a confused, far away look. Rhukaa shook his head in pity. The Goblin saw Shei and was thrust back into reality. "Oh. Yes. I will prepare the ship, it will be ready within the hour."
Shei nodded and turned to Rhukaa. "Years ago, you would have handled the fool yourself. I will watch the Goblin, go get the others to pack all of their things and meet at the docks. Let the stable boy keep the donkeys."
Rhukaa nodded and walked towards the Goblin restaurant where the others were finishing their meals. He turned back around. "Shei, I--"
"Go get them," she said, coldly.
