Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who's commented on this story. Chuck Norris is still being mentioned on the general channels of Shadow Council, and has even gotten so far as to infect both the local and world defense channels during times of both peace and war. So long as there are people who wish they could have open PVP against everyone who mentions ol' C.N. in random conversation, so shall there be people who will enjoy reading this story I'm crafting.
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"Y'know, you could just let me out of here so I can walk around on my own two feet," Chuck's muffled voice said after Kiralyn sent the heavy locked chest tumbling down the ramp from the Auction House with a hard, swift kick.
"Sure I could," the huntress agreed with an eerily cheerful tone to her voice. "And I could also dump you into the ocean and let you be swallowed up by any manner of large sea monter that happens to be swimming by. Which do you think is more appealing to me right now? Letting you walk around free as a bird for everyone to see, or watching as you get a first-hand tour of a thresher's digestive system?"
The voice from the trunk decided, wisely, that silence was the best respose to the question.
Fortunately for Chuck, Kiralyn's practical side was still looking for a way to profit off of this little unfortunate discovery of hers. She was going to train to get her riding nightsaber soon, and she would need every piece of silver she could save for the gorgeous midnight-colored mount she'd been eyeing ever since she first visited Darnassus.
She turned to look towards the general goods shop just across the way from the Auction House. Well, though it really disappointed her that she couldn't auction the contents of her chest, as she knew she could make a fortune off of it, even getting a handful of silver from Ellandrieth the vendor there was better than nothing at all. Maybe she'd even be lucky and get a whole gold piece of two from the shopkeeper?
A few minutes later, for the second time that day, poor old Chuck found his chest tumbling down the ramp of another Darnassian shop, a completely frustrated Night Elf relishing every pained yelp and groan that came out of the locked box on its way down.
"No sell value? NO SELL VALUE! I really shouldn't be surprised that you have no value whatsoever, but DAMNIT!"