L'Ombra della Vendetta (The Shadow of Vengeance)

L'Ombra della Vendetta is a fanfiction about World of Warcraft.
Don't feel discouraged from its length, the story seems huge but is actually pretty short. I hope you'll give it a try.

This is a work of fantasy. The entire world where it takes place is owned by Blizzard Entertainment.
This story and its main characters are products of the author’s twisted imagination.

Its content may be not suitable for sensitive people, because it contains acts of violence even towards defenseless people.

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7. Chapter 7

Silently, the hippogryph landed south of Ratchet. The town, perched on the surrounding hills, perfectly merged the sea to the desert. In the small tents scattered over the coast you could find every kind of goods, was it permitted by the laws or not. Goblins, as well as a peculiar sense of morality, also had a peculiar sense for business: if something existed, you could sell it. But it wasn't the place where a purple-dressed mage and a silver-armored paladin were heading to.

Walking northward, the two pushed past the local gunsmith, going to a small shop located near the Bank.

"Don't you think we should make a visit to the Trade Baron?" asked the paladin.

"I don't think that's a good idea" objected the mage "Gazlowe has little love for the Alliance, as well as those who bring problems in his town. I'm sure he'd prefer to pretend not knowing a merchant of his sold news about a tauren to a murdering gnome."

"I think he'd love that" said the mustachioed paladin with an expression of scorn, stopping in front of the building. The mage knocked at the door already open: "May come in?"

A huge-eared goblin answered smiling "Oh, customers! Come in, come in! You're welcome!" eyeing them from head to foot.

"Ohh, a Dalaran's mage, what brings you so far from home? Unfortunately I don't sell reagents, but if you need to refresh yourselves I have the best waters for you and your friend. Or are you looking for travel bags? I have many size of them!" "Actually" answered the mage quietly "your cousin sent us here."

"I have plenty of cousins, but I suppose you're talking about old Pazik. How is he? I heard that the economic crisis has recently started to affect even the cold north. What a disgrace, a disgrace I say."

"We're here for informations" said hasty the Crusader "We know you sent a certain person to your cousin in Dalaran, and we'd like to know something more."

The goblin changed expression. "I don't think I can help you, sorry. I'm really reserved about my customers."

"Oh, but we're your customers too" objected the mage, opening a sachet full of gold coins, bearing the Kirin Tor insigna "And we know how to be generous with those who sell us what we need. In Ratchet everything has a price, right?"

The goblin stared at all that gold with a greedy and avid look. It was obvious he tried to restrain himself, but his nature took over soon.

"Okay, alright. Gnome, female, black dressing, eyes and hair..."

"Red, like blood. Something we don't already know? What did she ask?"

"She's looking for some Horde's mercenaries. She brought approximated portraits and their descriptions. It wasn't easy to identify them, there are hundreds out there, but in Ratchet, soldiers can be seen more easily during times of war. They are really sought after, especially people so brutal."

"This is interesting" answered the mage "Maybe she's looking for vengeance, judging by how the tauren's body has been found."

"Oh!" exclaimed the goblin "What a shame. I thought she wanted, you know, to organize a small army or something like that. I'm sorry to learn of the loss of good soldiers."

"Of good wares" whispered the paladin.

"Any idea where she could be at this time?"

"Actually, yes, but this... Is another information..."

The mage took out another sachet, identical to the previous one.

"I am willing to buy this one as well."

"Excellent, excellent" the goblin's eyes shined "About the people she was looking for, I knew another one. A troll shaman, I heard he headed to Mount Hyjal after the attacks from the Firelands."

"Thanks Jazzik" said the mage, throwing the gold bag to the goblin "The Kirin Tor thanks and rewards your services. And your discretion."

"No problem, sir" said the mellifluous goblin "As for me, you were here to ask question about the local inn's quality. And that's awesome, I must say! It's ran by Wiley, my childhood friend, and I recommend you spend the night there. The sun is already setting and it could be dangerous for members of Alliance's races to travel overnight in Horde's lands.

Warchief Garrosh hid his scouts everywhere, from the Crossroads to Ashenvale."

"Thanks for your advice, merchant" answered the paladin, dragging his friend away with him.

"You don't like goblins either, right?" asked the grinning mage, outside the store.

"Too greedy" answered the paladin "And it has been a long day. Do you think it's possible to find some dwarven beer in this town?"

"If I remember correctly, around here there's a tavern with Brewmasters specialized in the most famous and popular beverage from all Kalimdor." said the mage, adding "What do you think, shall we go back to ask the goblin where is it located?"

"I'd rather walk, it's healthy" answered his friend, making the bearded elf laugh even more.

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