I have yet to come into ownership of WoW.

"This has to be one of our worst ideas yet," Zaszi muttered, tugging her outfit.

"It's a fantastic idea, what're you talking about?"

Auka watched the two solemnly, motionless in her own garb. "Why did I listen to you Neldi," she said, "Why do I ever listen to you?"

"Because, I'm a warrior," Neldi retorted, throwing her chest out and making an Undead trip over is robes. "I can come up with any battle plan!"

"I'd lay siege to you, sweet cheeks."

Neldi immediately left her friends and strode to the male tauren, swaying her hips to Auka's embarrassment.

Zaszi grunted as she straightened her dress. "This is silly," she told the sensible druid, "We left this behind to go adventuring didn't we?"

Auka said nothing, trying not to meet the male Tauren's eyes.

Sighing, Zaszi eyed the decorations that were hung precariously on random buildings of Thunder Bluff. The hearts seemed to mock her and her friends, daring them to go against its festivities.

The shaman wasn't about to lie. She looked very good in the dress, the heart cut-out on the front accenting everything. That wasn't the problem.

The problem was that they were attempting to persuade several rich Blood Elf ambassador's into parting with their gold. Zaszi eyed the men nervously.

Returning from her new friend, who waved to Auka and caused the woman to blush, Neldi punched Zaszi's shoulder lightly. "It'll be fine," she assured her, "We'll blend right in- in Auka doesn't die of embarrassment of course."

"I can hold my own," the druid scoffed, though there was still a rosy tinge to her cheeks, "I think my best bet is that priestly looking one. He seems young and timid."

"An easy catch," Neldi purred, nudging her friend.

"I'll take the tall one, with brown hair," Zaszi announced. He had caught her eye, and for reasons unknown to her she felt drawn by his presence. She crossed her fingers and hoped it was not some trick.

"I guess I can cover everything else," Neldi giggled, "So many men, so many coin-purses..."

A passing troll, similarly dressed, whispered, "Keep you're eye on da rogue though," indicating the seemingly brooding elf, far more slender than the rest, "He seems to tink we're up ta someting."

"Wouldn't he be right?" Neldi replied, and winked like a vixen at said elf.

"We're just lucky there aren't many of their kind here," Zaszi sighed, catching sight of a female Blood Elf that was lingering by the pond, "We wouldn't stand a chance."

With a few last twitches of cloth and spritzes of perfume, they set off on their mission. Zaszi headed straight for her target, snatching a glass of well aged wine on her way. Auka meandered towards hers, not needing to pretend at her own shyness.

And Neldi stopped holding in her wily manners, catching the attention of the more inebriated elves by slipping her dress over one shoulder.

"Hi there," Zaszi started, approaching her target, "Can I offer you a glass of wine?"

The elf appraised her carefully, his eyes roving her form without shame. She didn't think he was much of a womanizer though- he carried an air of command and something else. Coupled with the fact that he seemed more mature than his companions, she took him to be their leader, spoken or not.

"You may," he finally replied, taking the glass carefully from her hand, "And I would accept it."

She let silence hang in the air as she looked him over, taking in details she had missed before. He was younger than she assumed, his face clear of age lines. His gear seemed to be well crafted and well used, though his tabard appeared to be out only for the holiday.

He was very attractive, and tall for an elf. Zaszi, for once, was glad she had ended up short for her race. She was about the same height as him.

"This place is beautiful in the spring," he commented suddenly. Zaszi, who had been too busy oggling him to think of conversation material, swallowed hard and gazed around.

"I have to agree. Mulgore is very peaceful these days."

His smile made warmth bloom in her stomach, as if she had just downed some goblin liquor.

"My name is Daegon Aze Lightbearer," he said formally, holding out his hand. She let hers fall into his grasp, and was surprised when he bowed over it. "You may call me Daegon."

Trying not to blush (she was no abashed maiden!), she replied simply, "My name is Zaszi of the Darkspear,"

When the corner of his mouth quirked, she hid a smile and curtsied slightly, "Everyone calls me Zaszi."

"Zaszi," he smiled in return, as if he liked the sound of it.