When Kiralyn returned to civilization, she was quite an unhappy night elf as she lugged the heavy chest through the paths of Darnassus. The thing left deep grooves in the cobblestones and the others she passed by on her way to the auction house stared at her in confusion.
Normally seeing people lugging large chests around wasn't an unusual thing. They did so all the time looking to hire people to unlock them. No, what was unusual was the fact that every so often there would be a strange knocking coming from within it, along with what sounded like muffled speech. Adding to the curiosity was the fact that Kiralyn would immediately drop the chest, kick it savagely, and practically growl a number of obsenities at it until the thing inside was silenced. The people around her gave the huntress a wide berth as she continued towards the auction house.
A part of Kiralyn told her she ought to trash it. It would be so simple. She could've just left it in the fishing pond, dumped it alongside the road, or perhaps accidently drop it off the pier into the ocean. But she couldn't do that. The practical part of her didn't want to leave this chest for just anyone to find. This was THE Chuck Norris. If this guy was so popular as to infect the entire world and the talk of every major city, then there was a huge potential profit to be made off of him.
It ought to be mentioned here that the practical part of Kiralyn also doubled as her financial advisor.
So the young night elf made her way into the Auction House, and for a moment all seemed well in Darnassus.
Then the moment passed and the following scream that filled the air sent nearby dear and squirrels (as well as a number of other patrons of the auction house) running.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S SOULBOUND TO ME!"
Though startled by Kiralyn's sudden outburst, the auctioneer rubbed some of the grime off the side of the chest, near the bottom, and showed three little words in very small print that sent a sick feeling settling into the pit of her stomach.
Bind on Pickup.