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~Argent Tournament Grounds~

They had come here to try and gain heartier supplies from the few dwarves who had set up camp around the goblins (who complained about it taking away money from them, even after the dwarves complained about getting ripped off from the same goblin complainers). As Vaspien came upon a fur trader, he grinned. It was just what they'd need because her robes would be far too thin to withstand the winds that cut like glass. This was a great idea… Except that there must have been a new crew shift because the dwarf, who someone identified as 'Seamus', stood and looked blankly at Vaspien's heroic shopping voice. Iyvee closed her eyes and palmed her forehead as Vaspien tried bargaining with the dwarf. It was too bad neither of them could agree on a language. They could really use the fur where they were going. Sighing deeply, Iyvee shakes her head.

"Bear. RAWR! Fur. F-U-R!" Vaspien exclaimed. "Brr! Grr!" He pointed at the hunter's cloak, then his own money purse. He was starting to yell.

"Vas," she finally said, dropping her hand. Wow, she had a headache… though she wasn't entirely sure it was sudden. He kept talking to a bewildered and pissed-off looking dwarf. "Vaspien!" The warlock finally turned around in a huff.

"WHAT?!" Vaspien snarled, his arms flailing. "What, Iyvee? What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm working here?"

Iyvee's eyebrow shot up and she fought back the need to cast a frostfire spell at him. "He's not deaf, Vas. You yelling at him gets nobody anywhere and I'm surprised he hasn't shot you yet." Her hands landed on her hips as she shakes her head. Was he serious? "You're a damn soldier working for the Argent. And you can't speak dwarfish or a common language?"

Vaspien growled at her. Literally. "Well, you're not one, Iyvee Nerezz, so shut the fuck up. I don't see you trying to get us supplies for this damn excursion." For some strange reason, that stung him inside. He'd never reacted like that towards her. It gave him a soured feeling on his tongue and his expression mellowed a bit. It wasn't like she wasn't trying, though the fact of the matter was, she seemed to be better at bartering with the Alliance than he was… even though he worked with them regularly.

She blinks at his venom aimed at her, feeling a slight twinge in her stomach that felt slightly like being stabbed with a dirk. She knew Vas was upset with the entire situation, just like she was. For the moment, taking it personally would be a silly thing. Shaking it off, Iyvee walks over to the now bewildered looking dwarf who was thinking the exchange between the two was either a lovers' spat or she was criticizing him for yelling at someone who didn't understand. Seamus hoped it was the second one. The male was becoming obnoxious.

"Think you can do any better, Iyvee?" Vas curled his lip in a half-snarl and backed off.

"Probably," she answers. "Give me your purse." Vaspien shot her a look before he handed it to her. He disliked letting her have the last word on it.

Fortunately for the two of them, Iyvee had picked up enough of the common language while she was more of a full-time bard. She had to be able to perform songs to get the interest of paying people. And a lot of the elvish songs she knew didn't often translate well. She generally performed in neutral taverns and inns. Horde taverns often grew too much on her and Alliance… well, let's just say neutral places were better off for her. And if Iyvee had learned anything, it was that six phrases often got you far in any language:

Hello. Goodbye. Yes. No. How much? Where's the lavatory?

Being able to count didn't hurt, either.

Iyvee was still mystified that Vaspien didn't know any common language. It was either that or he just enjoyed being an ass. She pats the bear fur and smiles at Seamus. "How much?"

The light went on in Seamus's eyes and he grinned. "For you? Two hundred apiece." Vaspien and Iyvee blink at him for a moment. The hunter laughed and adjusted the rifle over his shoulder. "Don' look so surprised, lass. I just wanted ta have a bit o' fun with the lad. I see plenty o' elves and yer faction in through here. I'd be stupid to not learn some of the language." He chuckles heartily and somewhere in the midst of it all, Iyvee follows suit. She'd be losing her mind if she didn't.

Vaspien, however, found no good humor in any of it and growled, stomping away to find a goblin who seemed far more sane than Iyvee. Or the dwarf.

Seamus clears his throat, nodding towards Vaspien as he exited. "Sorry about yer boyo there, lass. Seems he's not a humorous sort."

Iyvee sighs softly and shrugs. "He has his moments, friend. It's just that he's got a lot on his plate right now, along with myself." She reaches into Vaspien's purse and counts out the owed gold. "We've been sent on a mission by Sylvanas to rescue a friend of ours from Arthas. We don't have a clue as to why he's holding her captive." Finally looking up at Seamus, she holds out the money to him and smiles warmly. "You're more than kind."

Seamus nods, knowing well that they all fought a battle against Arthas; Horde and Alliance alike. "Aye, lass. As are ye." He takes the gold from her and lifts up the two heavy bear fur cloaks. "These'll protect ya from the most bitter winds and keep ye warm in yer camps at night. They may not be magical, but I think ye'll find them most helpful, lass." Iyvee gathers them up into her arms. They weighed a ton together! Nevertheless, she smiles down at Seamus and nods.

"Thank you, hunter. Be safe and well in your travels." Her arms are full of fur, her hands gripping Vaspien's purse and keeping the bear fur up. She turns away, off to find Vaspien.

"Aye, lass. Bless ye and yer friends." Seamus thinks to himself that the two elves made a strange pair of rescuers, but he wished them well just the same. Not all Horde were completely selfish. He purses the money and goes about his business, restacking the furs to be presentable.

Iyvee finally caught up with Vaspien on the other side of the marketplace. He was leaning against the wall and brooding. A lot. She sighed at him, trying to shift the weight in her arms so she could give him his purse back. "I'll pay for mine before we settle down for the night. Here." Her hand gripping the purse jutted towards him and he grabbed it away.

"Stupid dwarf," he muttered. "Why the hell didn't he just say he could speak Thalassian? And for that matter, why didn't you tell me you could speak Common?" Vaspien secured his purse at his side. "Dirty trick, Iyvee."

She raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "I had to learn a lot when I was still a bard, Vas. You don't get paid overly well if you can only communicate in one language." Iyvee managed to shove a cloak at Vaspien, lightening her load. She was less than thrilled with Vas at the moment, but it wasn't his fault. Even though he was being pissy with her. She looked him over for a long moment, feeling an old, nearly forgotten twinge in her stomach that was reminiscent of butterflies and she pushes it away in her mind. 'Silly Iyvee,' she scolded herself. 'Some things are best left forgotten.' "Hey," she says finally, deciding to throw her cloak over her shoulders. "Are you hungry? I think I saw a dwarf selling haggis up the street."

Vas looked up at her with half a grin as she mentioned haggis. Iyvee was a lot easier on the eyes than the mud he was staring at. "Yeah," he answers. "Still mad at you, though." He pulled himself away from the wall and nods toward the food vendor down the path as he began to walk.

"Yeah," the smaller elf says under her breath, having to walk a little faster to keep up with his wide steps. "Yeah, Vas. I know."