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Kalvor quietly moved through the lush forest, his bare feet making little noise as he travelled from tree to tree. It was humid beneath the large trees. The borrowed shirt clung wetly to his back like a second skin and the occasional bead of water slid down his cheek before dripping off his chin. Periodically he turned to stare behind him, constantly aware of potential pursuit, yet nothing moved save the creepers and lurkers that roamed through the woods. Jumping lightly over a fallen log, he roamed further from Astranaar and closer to the border with Darkshore. Stealth and a small dagger was all he had to protect himself as he moved closer to the road. As he pushed through a thicket of long grass, his thoughts drifted back to Leanadas and he wondered where she fled to. Would he see her again as he neared Darkshore? He didn't think she would appear, it was certain suicide to accompany him and now she was safe with her people, she would almost certainly forget the last three days. He batted a branch from his path and tried to ignore the warm feeling that coursed through him at the thought of her waiting for him in that overly large shirt and breeches, her red hair wild. He shook his head and stopped moving, it was stupid to think like that, she had gone back to the Horde and was probably on her way home. Whatever they had shared was surely forgotten by now, despite the brief touch of her lips on his. His head whipped round as a branch snapped somewhere before him and he sank into a crouch. Drawing the small, slender blade from his belt, he moved forward, thoughts of Leanadas forgotten for now as he readied himself for battle.
Leanadas ate the food the troll laid before her with little enthusiasm, orc cooking, especially military cooking was unimaginative and bland and she could only barely stomach it. As she chewed the tough tubers before her, she watched out across the small camp, her eyes taking in the bustle and committing each movement to memory. If she were lucky, she could convince the Wing Rider master to send her to Zoramgar and from there she could head for Darkshore. She supposed that Kalvor would be on his way there now, hopefully without a certain Green Haired Sentinel. A flash of anger seared through her as she recalled the troublesome Night Elf, if it hadn't been for her. She bent her head to her plate as she tried to keep the flush of emotion from flooding her cheeks. The thought, unbidden, continued to roil through her mind. If it hadn't been for that Night Elf, they would have kissed properly and then things would have really become complicated. She supposed she should thank the girl for her interruption, but she could not. Instead a hollow feeling of disappointment surged through her and she chewed on a piece of meat mulishly, attempting to forget things that could have been. However, if he was there waiting in Darkshore.
"Ya done?" The troll interrupted her thoughts and she nodded, passing the battered metal plate to him. "Ya ready to go."
"Yes," She stood and pulled the shirt closer to her body. "You don't happen to have something a little heavier for me to wear do you? It'll be cold on the back of that wingrider."
"Come this way." The troll reached into a chest at the back of the tent and threw a heavy woollen jerkin across, she caught it and pulled it on, feeling the fabric warm her body as she tied a belt around her.
"Ya ready," The troll reached the door and led her outside.
"Wait," She stopped as they reached the open air, the troll turned back to face her and frowned. "I haven't any money on me,"
The troll considered, his angular face locked in a frown. "Boss said you had to go,"
"I know, but the master will want payment." She reached the troll and stared up at his face. "Can't you loan me the money and get your boss to pay you?"
"I guess.." The troll reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a handful of silver. "That enough?" He counted out the fare for Orgrimmar.
"Yes," Leanadas took the money and began to walk. They passed the forge and headed towards the flying mounts. "Look," Leanadas said, turning to her guide. "There's the wing rider, you don't have to walk me up there. I'm sure you have lots to do,"
"Boss says to show you out,"
"But you'll see me leave, I'm a big girl now." Leanadas urged, smiling up at the troll encouragingly. "I can get a wing rider to Orgrimmar, you don't have to watch me do it. I'm sure you've got a lot of jobs that you have to finish."
"I do but,"
"Then go finish them, you can see me take off from here." Leanadas smiled her most winning smile and almost, but not quite, batted her eyelashes. "What do you say?"
"Alright," The troll muttered, turning back and pointing her on. "Get going,"
"Thanks ever so much," Leanadas smiled at the troll and headed for the wing riders. She reached the large creatures and turned to face the master. "Zoramgar please," She uttered, handing over the fare with a smile.