I probably deserve the flames of hate because of the v long gaps between updates. I'm sorry :( But I have such a case of writer's block it's not even funny D: Anyways chapter 12! Enjoy!
Copywrite: I don't own World of Warcraft. But I do own my characters: Shizu, Targe, Saffy, Gabriella etc.
Chapter 12
Shizu felt his shoulder again. The wound had almost healed, leaving a patch of overlapping skin. He had taken the dressings off a week before to let it breathe. He was sitting in a corner of the inn with Targe. Shizu was reading through his spell book as the Night Elf was resting in a chair, his head hanging over its back, and his hair cascading downwards.
Targe reached down to the floor without moving his head. His hand searched around on the floor for a while before he found what he was looking for; he brought the almost empty tankard to his lips. Shizu looked up for a moment to see the Night Elf let his arm drop from his mouth to the floor, letting the tankard hit the ground and roll off. He took a deep breath in a sighed…noticeably…loudly.
"What's up?" Shi asked taking his reading glasses off of his nose and placing them on his head.
"Nuttin'" Targe said to the ceiling.
"…'kay" He said putting his spectacles back on. Targe suddenly took flung his head forward to stare at Shizu. The Blood Elf blinked back at the other elf staring at him from the opposite side of the table, his head cupped in his hands, an excited grin on his face. Shizu replaced the glasses on his head for a second time. He was thinking about asking "Can I help you?" rather bluntly. This always happened, he wanted to train by gaining new spells and the only way he was going to be able to do that in Stranglethorn Vale, was by reading his spell book. "I'll come too and help you!" Targe always said, even though there was very little he could do and usually ended up drinking out of boredom, and then complaining about being bored and then being confused at how drunk he was. Targe didn't need to read to learn…hunting is so easy…
"I'm bored! Tell me a story!"
"A story?" Shizu looked at Targe with an expression that said 'Your very drunk and also an idiot'.
"Yes! You know! Like dragons and legends and dungeons and epic swords!" Targe said looking far too excited for this time in the evening.
"How would I know anything about that? I've only done one group dungeon,"
"Which one?!" Targe lent forward a little more towards Shizu's face.
"Does it matter?"
"Of course."
"Why?"
"Because I want to find out more about you" Targe said with an innocent smile.
"I got this robe from it," Shizu said pointing at his blood red robe with blue embroidery. "I'm very proud of it!"
"Where's it from?" Targe asked now fully interested.
"Scarlet Monastery."
"YOU! Went to SM?" Targe said loudly, waving an accusing finger at the mage.
"What's so hard to believe about that?" Shizu said, his eyebrows furrowing in offence.
"No let me get this straight" Targe got up and stood in front of Shizu "YOU! Shizu the-I-cant-get-any-stronger-im-much-to-weak-to-quest-or-anything, the mage. Actually got in a group! And actually did Scarlet monastery!" Targe said in a patronizing way, using actions to describe every word.
"Look it was a rebound effect for when I left my father in Silvermoon. It's not that amazing!" Said Shizu crossing his arms.
"No, no, no really. It is! Hey GABBI!" The Night Elf threw his hands to his mouth and called the Human girl's name.
"Owh don't get Gabbi in heruurghhhhhhhh…" Shi groaned as Gabriella strut into the room.
"What's he done?" She said with a wide smile and an excited voice; like Shizu was a constant joke for her own amusement.
"You'll never guess!"
"What's he done?"
"You'll NEVER guess!"
"What's he done?"
"Gabbi, you will never. Ever. EVER guess!"
"What's he done? What's he done? What's he done?" She asked again and again getting more and more excited.
"He's only gone and done Scarlet Monistery!" They both burst out into fits of laughter. Shizu felt insulted. He got to his feet, dropped his book onto the table, turned on the spot and walked out of the inn slamming the door behind him.
He walked out across the decks and sat with his legs hanging off the pear into the darkness. He could still hear Gabbi and Targe roaring with laughter. He knew that Targe had maybe had a little too much to drink, but Gabbi always treated him like that. The two seemed to rub off on each other and made them both as annoying as conceivably possibly. He stared out to sea, as he always did when he had troubled thoughts. He sighed.
"Don't you worry about them, mon." A Troll voice came from the darkness.
"What?" Shizu looked around for the source of the voice and managed to make outline of a Troll sitting a few yards away from him.
"The Elf boy and the Human gal. They be laughing at joo hard, mon. But they be your friends really." The Troll spoke slowly as if he would tell anybody the secrets of the world, as long as they had time to listen.
"Yeah well, it just seems like I'm a continuous joke for both of them." Shizu said angrily.
"It may seem like dat, mon. But they is good people. You be knowing that, really,"
"Yeah I guess," Said Shizu with a sigh "But my biggest achievement just got laughed at by my best friends," Shizu rubbed the sleeve of his robe in an affectionate way, but he felt less attached to the robe now; and it pained him to think that.
"Mon. You know a lot, about people, y'know? You know, dat what you did was a bigggg achievement. Maybe not for them, mon, no. But for you.. big achievement."
"Yeah..yeah I guess." There was a silence, broken only by and the sound of waves crashing on far off rocks and the distant crickets chirping in the jungle. Shizu felt at ease with the Troll. They always made him sort of…relax. Their chilled personalities always made him feel somewhat soothed.
"Mon, I be tinking," Said the Troll to the Blood Elf. "You be speaking common, mon."
"Yeah, I do."
"That be very clever, mon." The Troll said nodding to himself. "You be the only Hordie I be seeing dat speak common, mon. How joo do that?" Said the Troll, cocking his head slowly to one side. Shizu often got complimented on his ability at languages. He smiled to himself.
"I was taught the basics at school and from there, well, I just picked it up slowly,"
"You be more clever than you tink, mon." smiled the Troll. Shizu smiled, to himself rather to the Troll. They sat together in silence and watched the dark water in the bay slosh restlessly. Shizu yawned.
"You should be going to bed, mon. Don't worry about walking past them. You be fine now."
"Yeah," Said Shizu "Yeah, I will be. Thanks very much,"
"Ah, iss ma job, mon. Don worry."
Shizu got up and walked back to the lights of the glowing inn. He walked through the door and ignored Gabbi and Targe as they burst out into silent giggles. He stomped past them and up to his bedroom, trying to look pissed off. Although he was fine, and he knew that Targe would feel terrible in the morning; for the things he had said to Shizu…and for his hangover.
Rawr!