Economic Warfare

The doors burst open, a disheveled guard stumbling into the chambers, drawing the eyes of all those present.

"What is the meaning of this-"

"C-Councillors! She's here again!"

Thalyssra's face twisted into a grimace of annoyance, partially at being interrupted, but mostly at the implications of the outburst. The Council stirred in response, Thrall leaning back in his chair with a groan, the wooden frame creaking under his considerable frame, and Baine rubbing his temples.

"Whose-... whose turn is it now?" Lor'themar muttered, showing similar signs of exhaustion as the rest of his compatriots. He cast a sideway glance, trying to will his mind into remembering, with his gaze travelling across Talanji in the process.

"Don' look at mae. Ah lubbed 'er out last time..." The Zandalari queen interjected, waving one of her hands in the air in a manner meant to be dismissive but which mostly came across as frantic.

"Geya'rah?" He perked up, the orcess giving him the longest, most piercing gaze he'd ever seen in response. Deciding against pushing the matter, he felt himself begin to sweat - would it fall to him? Would he have to wade through the bodies and... liquids, to rid Orgrimmar of this menace once again?

"I'M DONE! What the HELL is this?"

Their eyes turned, all as one, towards the source of the outburst - a stocky green man, clad in leathers and usually propped up on a few pillows to elevate himself in the council chair, now standing on the table.

"Every time she shows up the entire city grinds to a halt! I have PROJECTS with TIMETABLES."

"Gazlowe, I'm sure she's plenty aware, she just doesn't ca-"

"The ramifications, Lor'themar! They're worse than when bloody Horton got his riverboat stuck in Southfury River, and it took weeks to dislodge him!"

"That reminds me, why is he still capt-"

"This is economic warfare! I'm done with it! You, guard, re-do those damn pant buttons and come with me. We're dealing with this."

"What exactly are you planning on doing, Gazlowe?" Rokhan inquired, his hunched over frame seeming somehow smaller before the threat they now faced.

"I'm going to make her an offer she can't refuse."

The doors slammed shut, and a pregnant silence filled the room. Baine coughed, but said nothing. Thrall shifted in his chair once more. Voss seemed interested mostly in the ceiling.

"So... what offer would that be?" Mayla asked, pensively. Kiro shrugged, startling Talanji as he had been sitting perfectly still for the entire time during the interruption of their meeting, like a prey animal hoping to avert detection.

"The man's a Trade Prince. He's no doubt got some spots over in Booty Bay or the likes for her to fill if she so desires - which I imagine she does."

"Will that stop her from coming here?"

"I sincerely doubt it."

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Wednesday wallpaper featuring and testing out the new lovely Tyrande model by Phonicbot. Expect to see her more in the future, becoming very familiar with some old friends, but this time in Blender. Finally got a Tyrande model ready for animation and man does it feel good :)

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Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! Work continues as usual, and while midsummer is coming up I'll be sure to get the schedule prioritized over weird social shenanigans - as I am wont to do :)

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH