Chapter thirty-seven: In truth and unfairness?

Hazajins mood dropped to a level far below ice when he saw the warlock. The man gave him a triumphing smirk. The rogue being the last person happy to see the freaking warlock.

He could thank himself for making his own grave mistake to start with, punishment for acting in a haze of desperate fury and frustration. He actually had forgetting about the warlock over the last few days. He had been rather distracted with Denaestra to focus his mind on what was to come.

The rogue had thought it over and over before that, trying to find a way to tell her of his stupid mistake by sending the damned letter. Yet he did not find any way and let it course its way. Thinking he would get to that later. Not thinking it would turn out like that for him and Denaestra, he simply forgot about the warlock.

Now was later, and a bit too late he realized.

.*.*.*.

"Lovely Denaestra," Razorians smooth talk oozed over her like glue. Hazajins hiding his anger at the sight of the male warlock that paraded up the path with his demon steed, impressive as ever.

"Razorian…what a surprise!"she said, still startled a bit. He jumped off, landing on the ground gracefully. Now making his way to female elf. Bowing in front of her. "My connection to you made me aware of your arrival in Brill soon," he said with a deep voice. Denaestra raised an eyebrow, curious as to how he would see this connection? It did not seem to have the impact he expected from her. He thought she would have beamed, or at least flung her arms around his neck and let her be kissed by him in front of the troll. Razorians frustration showing for a moment on his face as he had studied the dramatically effect of his speech of her return so well.

He glared at Hazajin. That was the whole point wasn't it? To embarrass the troll and have the female openly chose for him, rejecting her connection with the troll only as friendship, nothing more.

The rogue acting as if he knew nothing better than to shrug.

"Alright, a little bird told me you would arrive," he said, sounding almost sneering as the troll would not walk into the obvious joke laid out for him. Fine, he would find a way to pay him back for the way he acted in Orgrimmar.

"You were?" Denaestra's surprise was making him gloat for a moment, casting his sneering look at the troll for a second. He took both her hands as he smoothly smiled at her. "The bird told me you were dying to get back to civilization again," he said, the horrible smile plastered to his face.

She blinked for a moment. Uncertain as to that idea as well.

"So you are not here on orders? I mean they did not move your location again?" she asked. He was shaking his head. "No no, I came especially here to bring you home," he said evenly. She stared at him for a moment. "Home?" she echoed, her frown deepening. Razorian noticing the change in her stance towards him as she stood there. She seemed not pleased at all.

"But I am not done yet," she said, almost counting out on her fingers the things she still had to do. "We still have to deliver the raptor to Sen'Jin and after that we were going to catch a couple of red raptors in the Barrens because we missed our quota," she said, sounding like a seasoned veteran in catching raptors suddenly. Hazajin chuckled for a moment. Razorian ignored the troll, taking her arm and making her turn around on her feet for him to eye her. "Oh no, sweet Denaestra," she heard him say:"You look as if you could defiantly use civilization again."

The elf stopped spinning when he wanted to make her turn around again. She looked at him, questioning. "I do not!" she told him, sounding firm and having him at a loss. Razorian rolled his eyes at the rogue who stared at the elf. "I think you had quit enough adventures Dena. You left everybody worried in Silvermoon when I arrived. Nobody had heard of you anymore after you were sent off by Grand Magister Rommath, it seems you have forgotten about showing your face to the ambassador when you were in Orgrimmar," his annoyed tone showing, telling her he had made the decision for her apparently. He smiled at her again when she went quiet. Denaestra looked at the warlock. She did not answer his smile though.

"Who told you to meet us here?" she asked irritated. Razorian hesitated for a moment before placing both his hands firmly on her shoulders. "It does not matter sweet Denaestra. All that matters is that you will return home with me. It has been settled, I will hear no more argument about it," she was told. Her gaze could lit him with fire when he noticed she looked at his hands that were possessively holding her. She looked him straight in the eyes. He frowned at her gaze, it was not like her to be like this.

"Who Razorian?" she asked again, taking a step back from him. Razorian looked at her. "Fine, it was your troll friend that informed me to come and collect you before they would take off to Orgrimmar," he said with a sneer. Hazajin feeling the lump in his throat suddenly when Denaestra turned to look at him now.

He had kept silent up to now. Not bothered to straight things the moment it occurred. Her face a tight expression of anger as she saw the guilt on his face.

"Tell me you did not?" she asked, hoping she was wrong. Her tone unsteady as she looked at him in anger. "I did…," he started. Not hiding his shame. She gave him a puzzled glare. "I was outta mah mind wen I wrote dat letter," he began. She was shaking her head. Not good enough. He grumbled:"I thought it be wat ya needed, tah be back at home. Dat ya was perhaps not fit tah do dis kind of job yet,"he explained clumsily. She glared at him.

"You seriously intended for me to return to Silvermoon?" She could not believe this.

"Girly…I was outta mah mind wen I wrote da damned letter," he said with vigor now. "It was different den! Mah thought were different den," he heaved his hands in a hopeless gesture when she was shaking her head. "What were you thinking Haz when you were…out of your mind?" her voice angry.

He took a deep breath. The warlock looking at him, gleefully as to see how he would rescue himself out of this problem.

"You rely on others too much to be able to survive on your own, wasn't that what you wrote to me?" Razorian helped him a little further into the hole in the ground, gloating over the moment when the troll gave him a snarl. She gazed at them both with her mouth open. "Is that what you were thinking? Honestly?" her lip trembled in anger, a nervous twitch by the side of her mouth as he could not hide the sad truth.

"Ya," he said, looking her straight in the eyes. "I was tinking dat ya might wan'tah take ya time tah seek ya stuff out. Before ya come back tah us. Ya was needing tah be able to defend yaself, at least with a weapon," he started, knowing he could not go back on his words now.

"But I have!" she cried out in dispair. "I have been starting with weapons. Jazah has been teaching me some," she told him. Hazajin frowned, confused as everything was turning upside down. Denaestra cursing Jazah in her mind for the one time she did not chose to blabber out to the whole group what they had been doing!

"Ya was so sad after we got'cha back. I figured ya was in need of alone time tah sort yaself," he said, feeling the steady ground under his personal feelings slowly fall apart as he said more.

"You thought wrong! Did you bother to check with me?" she spat at him. She felt her hands tremble in anger. Her fingernails digging into her palms as she looked at him. Razorian watched them fight; almost like a proper couple would do. He waved the thought away. Even he could see the point Hazajin was trying to make.

"Perhaps the troll is right Dena. You cannot rely on others the way you did. His idea was not that bad when he thought of it. It is very essential for a person to be able to defend oneself. But more to sort out yourself when you are not doing well," Razorian said, not sounding vain this time. "Shut up Razorian, nobody asked you!" She turned around, venturing her anger on him again.

"I would like to know if this is how you both see me? As a helpless person who only relies on others? Am I that hopeless?" she looked from Razorian to Hazajin. They were both silent.

"You did not seem to think I was a problem when we met in Orgrimmar," she said bitchy to Razorian. "And you," she turned to Hazajin:"You did not seem to think it was a problem anymore when we finally came clear on things," she mentally cut Hazajin deep with that remark. Razorian frowned, smirking as he looked at them. "Oh this truly is amiable," he said ironically, seeing the thought he had waved off return to him. Realizing what she has just said. He was ignored by Hazajin and Denaestra who seemed to have a mental fight next to this row.

"Perhaps we best take dis somewhere else?" Hazajin asked the loathed female, trying to remain kind. "No we do not! It seems I have nothing to hide here!"She snorted loudly. Hazajin shrugged, feeling an aggressive mood coming up. If she needed to have it spilled out like this, he would not hold back anything. Better to have said everything then to keep back now…

"Well?" she asked in a demanding tone, continuing their quarrel. "Is it how you see me?" he finally swallowed the lump in his throat.

"No girly," he admitted. "Not anymore, but I did saw ya as such wen we met, only da very first moment," cutting down his own steady ground by another piece. "Ya was so uptight, I tought ya needed tah sort yaself, too much issues in ya head. So I wrote him tah him tah come and pick ya up cause I thought ya was better off wit'cha friends and family," she heard Hazajin say. Another solid piece of ground slipping underneath his feet…

"You obviously do not know me," she was shaking her head in pity at him.

"Will ya listen tah meh? Dat was wat I was tinking den, not wat I be tinking now!" he roared in anger now. He wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her firmly. "No!"she cried at him. He got that point already. She was so angry she was not reasonable for anything. Let alone to hear him out properly. So the argument continued to Razorians satisfaction and to Hazajins dismay.

"Ya told meh yaself ya was crap at wielding any weapon. I figured if ya was training dat ya was ready for da next job. We could have taught ya some skills, but not all," he growled as he tried to explain things. Apparently she did not see it like that. Overloaded with anger she felt tears well up in her eyes as she looked at him.

"I thought you were my friend Haz, more than that…" she said, feeling a tear run down her cheek. "I am ya friend girly,more den dat," he tried. She was shaking her head now. "No Haz…you're not," her voice trembled when she said it.

"You are a rogue…I know that now," she said in a cold tone. She was so angry. "Wat dat supposed tah mean?" he snarled at her. "Figure that out for yourself," she said.

"Did you laugh when I turned out to be the fool you thought I was?" Hazajin looked at her, she pulled the line of accusation thin, telling him off on something he did not deserve. "Dat be a big lie," he yelled in an ire tone.

"Was it? Or was it worth it?" she looked at him, standing there with her hands rested on her hips, her lip trembling as she addressed him like the true blood elf female she was raised to be. Nothing hiding of her disgust. He realized he could not talk straight as the stupid mistake turned into a far greater problem. So he did what he thought was best.

"Girly," he took a deep breath when she looked at him:"We can talk dis over, dis not supposed tah happen…," he said. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, tilting her head. "Perhaps it does," she said firmly. "Ya beyond ya mind now girly. We talk about it after ya cooled down," he offered, swallowing his own anger and pride for a moment to reason on the situation. Denaestra however, did not. She still stood in her full fury, beyond reasonable comment.

"Perhaps you need to cool down yourself," she told him. Hazajin gritted his teeth. "Ya be regretting ya words girly," he only said, keeping himself at bay.

"Yes Dena, you hear the man is good with words," Razorian pointed out sarcastically. The rogue turning to his point of boiling again. Nearly making his promise to punch that grin of the warlock face come true.

But there were more urgent matters that needed to be solved instead of his desire to punch the warlock. Her expression however telling him a painful truth that she did not see anything to be solved here. It told him she was foremost hurt by this. It was a painful moment as he wished he could vanish then and there.

"Maybe...I don't want to talk about it. And maybe I do need to be alone," she said bitterly. "I be sorry tah hear dat," he only answered her quaint, stiff with his own anger still.

Another tear ran down her cheek as she saw him bow before her, like he had done when she first met him. Without anything more to say he strolled off. She watched him go, angry tears running down her cheeks uncontrollably now. Razorian smirked, sure he would be the one to catch her in her moment of pain, to put a pair of comforting arms around her, surprisingly she pushed him away.

.*.*.*.

Hazajin gulped down his ale with rapid speed. He had bought enough to be very drunk after he had consumed it. His drunken haze not improving his mood at all. She had not bothered to come and ask him as to why this was such a big problem. Nor had he made another attempt to see how she was doing.

Mostly because they were supposed to sort this out…together!

Perhaps she would listen to his reason after she slept a night. And listen to the full story. They did not come all this way to fight like this surely? He looked at the dark sky as he was seated against the stable. For him this was such typically blood elf behavior.

Somebody came walking down the path he sat.

"Well done troll," Razorian applauded him, clapping his hands sarcastically as he approached, walked up with a pace that indicated he felt very much more superior to the situation. Hazajin growled as the warlock appeared in front of him, looking down on him.

"Wat'cha want?" he snarled at Razorian. "To gloat," he laughed, not hiding he found this highly amusing. "It seems quite a mess now for her, but do not worry, I will clean up your mess. You, my friend did an outstanding job there," he smirked darkly at the troll as if Hazajin had acted on his behalf."I ain't ya friend," he grunted. Razorian smiled.

"Ya was lucky dere, I did not mean tah hurt da girly," he said wryly. This was not supposed to happen. They were supposed to talk this over…to laugh about it…

"You and her were also never meant to happen," he said coolly. Disgusted by the whole idea that the elf had chosen the troll above him, he would surely find a way to erase that for her. "If ya was tinking I let ya strike her wit'cha bad voodoo ya was wrong," the rogue growled.

"Oh but I will. You see you managed to offend her gravely, and here I am to safe her," he grinned. Hazajin looking at him in rage.

"Let's just say my talk "convinced" her to make the final decision. She was easy to work you know after this occurred," he admitted in the glory of his moment. "She is very much confused right now troll. So I thought it was my duty to inform you… in person…she had decided to leave with me to Silvermoon. As you intended from the start," he smirked treacherous:"I will take good care of her for you," he laughed. Hazajin stared at the warlock through his blurry sight.

"That's right troll, I will be sure she will not want to return when she is back home, so you need not worry about it any longer," the warlock sneered at him. "She does not seem tah be so happy wit'cha," he growled. Razorian laughed. "Denaestra may not wish for me now, but she will come to me again," he sounded so confidently when he looked at the troll.

"Leave…NOW," Hazajin snarled at the warlock. Razorians mouth a nasty twitch as he gloated even more when the troll showed himself so obviously. Razorian taking his confidence one step to far:"So thank you very much for this final act of indignity," he continued.

Something snapped in Hazajins head before the venomous look was met with a grasp for the warlocks clothing. The tusks of the troll dangerously close to his face.

"This be temporary…," he told him, holding tight.

"I dunno wat'cha did tah convince her, but ya bad voodoo won't last. Dere be a moment she be picking her own path. I be sure ya words not helping ya den warlock….,"he sucked in his breath in an angry way. Razorian did not show fear, he merely laughed.

"If ya want dat pretty face tah be of service tah her ya best leave…now, or I will not restrain mahself from punching ya lights out. Dey can drag ya back tah Silvermoon once I be done wit'cha," he promised the warlock in a dangerous tone. The feral snarl showing he was indeed not joking. Razorian backed away, smiling still.

"Crawl back to the stinking sewers of Orgrimmar troll, your threats mean nothing to me. She was never meant for your kin to start with," the warlock said, trusting the troll was too drunk to act out his threats. Razorian turned on his heels, the direct hit from Hazajins fist in his eye making him cry out in pain. Covering his eye with one hand he stared at the troll towering in front of him. Cowering off Razorian finally turned around and left without provoking anything else.

Author's note: Speaking of over hasted decisions. Denaestra is one very uptight strain person. Hope you enjoyed the chapter a little, and will the next couple of chapters before we reach the end.