Sorry for the delay! My sister-in-law was in the hospital and I had to babysit her six kids for the last three days. But now she's home and I'm finally free!
Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving to those of you who celebrate! :)
Jazax tapped his fingers together under his chin, glaring at his cup of moonberry juice like it had insulted his mother. Y'know, if he had a mother.
"So, now you're all caught up, yeah?" He asked, glancing at the night elf across from him, "Whaddya you think I should do today?"
The woman stared back blankly for a moment, apathetically rubbing her red apple against the front of her tunic. Then she paused to examine it, making sure it was just the right amount of shiny, before taking a bite. She chewed rather loudly on the apple and Jazax perked an eyebrow, waiting impatiently for her to finish.
When she finally did, she lowered the apple away from her mouth, which was a flat line.
"...Why did you follow me from the bank, sir?" The teller sighed, before taking another bite of her apple, "Don't you have someone else to talk to about this with?"
Jazax looked up thoughtfully. Zami was passed out on a table, and Syrise was all the way in Moonglade. Even Revilgaz was on a different continent.
"Nope," He concluded, taking a sip of his cup, "Nobody."
"Hm," The night elf grunted, before taking another bite of her apple, "...Sounds rather lonely."
"Ah, nah, well, y'know," Jazax scoffed, waving his hand dismissively, "I always got somethin' or other goin' on, y'know?"
"Hm," The night elf grunted again.
Her lack of true comment made Jazax feel rather insecure. Usually, with Syrise or Zami, he'd say something like that and they'd respond with something snarky or sarcastic. That'd always been the case. It was always easier to just make a joke and move ahead, not stopping to think about one thing for too long.
But that was a bit hard to do when he was the only one contributing to the conversation.
"Uhh, yeah…" Jazax cleared his throat awkwardly, taking another sip of his drink.
The banker just stared at him blankly, taking another bite of her apple. Crunch crunch crunch… were those the only noises she could make or something?
"It, uh…" Jazax tapped his fingers on the table, "It… can be, I guess. Sometimes."
The night elf perked a green eyebrow at him but said nothing, prompting him to speak further. Anything to fill the silence.
"But that's why I'm never really alone, y'know?" He said with a shrug, "I'm usually with Syrise. But she's in Moonglade now, and I'm not, and Zami's busy with his druid stuff."
The night elf wordlessly took another bite of her apple, and Jazax continued on, the words each coming out quicker than the last.
"And I really don't wanna hang out with Mythene. She's kinda bossy and I already had a bossy wife, y'know what I'm sayin'? Been there, done that. I don't need another lady harpin' at me about how I don't do this or that however she wants it, y'know?"
Crunch crunch crunch…
"I think that's why I like bein' around Syrise so much. She don't really complain about me doin' stuff my way. Doesn't tell me to do it her way all the time. Actually, she and I kinda do stuff the same way anyway, y'know? I mean, my way's always a little more explosive, and her way's always all cloak and dagger. But it's the same under that, y'know?"
The bank teller cocked her head to the side, setting down her husk of an apple core.
"You sound quite fond of this woman," The banker pointed out.
"Who, Syrise? Oh, yeah. Yeah, she's great," Jazax nodded, unable to help the smile that began to grow on his lips, "And that's sayin' something, considerin' she's an elf an all…. Err, no offense, lady!"
"None taken," The banker said flatly, "And you may call me An'ra."
Jazax leaned back in his seat, staring down at his cup of moonberry juice.
"An'ra, huh?" Jazax put his hand on his chin, "Ain't that what Mythene calls her dad?"
The banker stared at him flatly for a moment before clearing her throat and continuing on.
"You sound like you miss her," She quipped, standing up.
"Huh? Miss her?" Jazax blinked, pondering it, "Well, I mean, yeah, I guess?"
"Perhaps you should go and visit her," The banker shrugged, "I'm sure one of the druids in the Cenarion Enclave could simply teleport you there and back."
"Eh?" Jazax blinked, sitting up in his seat, "Wait, you guys can do that?"
"Well, not I," An'ra said as she put her apple core into a nearby trash can, "I am merely a banker. You would have to ask a druid."
Jazax grinned as he got up from the table, looking up at the banker.
"Hey, thanks for your help, lady!" He said with a nod to her, "Now if you'll excuse me, I got me a portal to catch!"
An'ra perked a green eyebrow as she watched the goblin run off, unable to shake the feeling that she hadn't seen the last of that little pest quite yet.
Jazax was in a good mood when he first approached the Cenarion Enclave. But his good mood only dimmed more and more with each druid he spoke to. Refusal after refusal, even when he offered monetary compensation for the trouble. It would take them all of two seconds, but apparently night elves were immune to the allure of easy money.
Idiots, Jazax thought to himself.
After the sun had set, he finally decided to put an end to his efforts. Most of the druids had already left or gone home, and the last few stragglers weren't interested in even hearing him out. Who knew night elves could be so stubborn?
With a sigh of lament, Jazax accepted that he wouldn't be able to see Syrise as he'd hoped. It was even worse when he realized just how much he'd been looking forward to it. Frowning, he made his way back to Mythene's house with his head hung. Grumbling under his breath, he opened the front door.
He looked up as he heard the shattering of glass, and his eyes went wide as he looked at the scene in front of him. Caserion had his arms wrapped around the stomach of a panther, which was snapping its jaws in the direction of another night elf guy, who was wearing a bowl of soup on his head. The table was overturned, the window was broken, and Zami was breathing heavily as he leaned back against the wall...
...With an arrow through his heart.
