"…whether light or dark, we'll always find our mark…."
Derscha hefted her satchel over her shoulder, which was almost too big for her small stature, happily singing as she walked through the streets of Shattrath. She'd gotten a little turned around - the Dranei hadn't really built their city with gnomes in mind, after all- and needed to reorientate herself. She looked up into the sky, and strode off toward the biggest landmark in town.
"Anytime, Aaaanywhere!"
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Inside the Terrace of Light, Aorune Fireblade stood focused and distant from his senses. His thoughts were deep about the state of Quel'Danas. After a few moments, he nodded, as if in agreement to himself. He turned to walk away, reaching for his hearthstone to Dalaran when he saw the small figure in white.
AAMS.
He walked over to the gnome, tilting his head. "Something you require?"
Derscha turned to the worgen. "Oh! Hello! Directions would be nice."
"Where to?"
"World's End Tavern. I've a package to deliver there."
"Would you mind to follow me?"
Derscha clapped her hands together. "No, lead right on!"
Derscha followed him through the streets, making mental notes to herself as she travelled. She hated asking directions, but you did what had to do to get the job done!
They arrived at the tavern, the sounds of the house music spilling into the streets. Aorune shrugged, "This is the place." He unconsciously moved a bit in time with the catchy music.
"Ah, thank you!"
"A favor for a favor, however?" Aorune asked before she could walk away. "Just a small one."
Derscha hesitated a moment. Getting lost hadn't helped her stay on her delivery schedule. Not that she would admit that. Or be rude to someone who just helped her out. "Certainly. Just let me deliver this first?"
Aorune nodded, and Derscha found her mark at the bar. "AAMS delivery!" It only took a few minutes to deliver the box and collect the bartender's signature. Aorune waited patiently in the back corner of the tavern and waved her over.
"Thanks again!" she said.
"I'm curious about… AAMS, it is?"
"Yep! The 'Anytime, Anywhere Messenger Service.' Perhaps you've heard our jingle?"
Aorune raised raised an eyebrow as he tilted his head.
The courier took that as an invitation to enthusiastically sing the cheerfully annoying tune.
If you have a note to send, on which your life depends,
and you don't have anytime to spare!
To solve all your concerns, you know where you can turn,
Anytime, Anywhere!
He smiled and clapped at the performance. "I have heard you deal with the Horde as well?"
"Quite true! We deliver to anyone."
"Your only service is delivery, right?"
"Well, we also offer translation services, arbitration, and money exchanges."
He nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you, I know what I wanted to." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Where is your next delivery?"
Derscha pulled out her schedule. "I've a crate to pick up from Honor Hold, on my way back to Azeroth."
"I am thinking of getting your service for my home. Yes… it should prove better than now."
Curious, Derscha asked. "What kind of service do you need?"
"Mail-and-delivery. I need something faster than Dalaran's mail service, ironic enough."
Derscha smiled broadly. "Bah! We pride ourselves on being the fastest, most reliable service around." She lifted up her chin.
"How do I acquire your service? Do you need an address, or me to show it to you?"
Very business-like, Derscha recited, "Our home offices are in Caer Darrow, but we have wayposts in all the major cities. You can contact use via Hearthstone, as well. All we need is a name and location."
Aorune took out his hearthstone, hoping it's enough.
He bid farewell, allowing the courier to continue her duties.
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A few streets over, the small gnome sang to herself. "No matter the demand, we'll always lend a hand, Anytime- err..."
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… ….
"Now where was the flight master again?"
