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This letter is delivered to Ratchet's inn, posted on their board in the dead of night, when goblin guards are sleeping off their latest bender

Drakehide, Son of Mok'rukh,

Contact the AAMS. Arrange a meeting with me, at a time of your choosing. Bring your weapons, but keep them peacebonded, as will I. You and I, alone. Companions brought by either of us will result in hostilities. Contract the AAMS for translation services. I will pay half their fee.

Any location except Horde or Alliance-owned territories. And except for Ratchet. The Steamwheedles there... well, they don't like me much after that whole Bloodsail business (a lark, I assure you) from a couple years ago.

Gondorin Ragefang

Drakehide scowled as he read the letter over. No, he hadn't been a bona fide member of the Horde forces for some time, and his recent duties had only involved the occasional response to the Crossroads alarms. The whole warchief-peeing-on stigma thanks to that one drunken night in the Wyvern's Tail still hung over his head like a cloud. Even despite the new, mostly neutral status he had achieved, though...he knew the name Ragefang. He knew it well, and was set immediately on his guard as he reached the end of the letter.

How to respond? It was entirely possible that Drakehide was walking into a trap. In fact, it was likely. He was even more ill-liked in Stormwind than he was in Orgrimmar, thanks to that unhelpful "Drakeroll" incident everyone kept reminding him of.

It was a curious message...but one that Drakehide was unwilling to discard. If this was genuine, then Drakehide would be doing a great dishonor not to meet with Ragefang. And...as for Ragefang, if this was not in fact genuine, if it was a trap...then Ragefang had made the first move, and it now fell to Drakehide to take his turn.

He would contact the AAMS at once...

((Not gonna be online for a few days heavily, Ragey, due to IRL stuff. ^^; Will definitely be getting in touch with you following that! Prolly sometime next weekish.))

((Most excellent, Drake; I'll wait for your response from the AAMS!))

((Message sent! I apologize to Myzzi and Kezrin for my brevity last night, I'm still bogged down with IRL work. Ragefang should be receiving Drakehide's very short message soon. ^^ Looking forward to this meet-up!))

((...though, ICly, Drake is SO thinking it's a trap. xD))

Kezrin grumbled to herself as she picked up a notepad from the AAMS's supply room after returning from the clinic. She had never liked relying on writing things down before.

Speaking of writing things down, wasn't there a message she was supposed to transfer?

Bah! She grabbed one of the message logs, and tried to recall Drakehide's exact words. . .
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((No worries! We weren't bothered. Kez and Myz got a bit busy last night, but the message will be sent soon.))

((IRL is still pretty bonkers, but should clear up in the next couple days once the convention I'm working at as a vendor is done and life returns to normal. xD Ragefang, I still think this meeting is an awesome RP idea and I so want to see this occur. Is there any point over next week (Monday or later, if possible) that works best for you?))

((Monday works best for me, in the evening; Tuesdays are an RP event Alliance-side (couple of them, actually, but I usually just attend War Council, since it's sort of my thing), Wednesday *could* work if it's later, as I run a quick OS3D25 run so folks have a shot at the twilight drake (it's a roflstomp that takes 10 minutes, though I've yet to personally win the damned drake...), and Thursday or Friday will generally work if something IRL doesn't come up.

I had the messenger from AAMS indicate Monday night would work for Rage in Booty Bay as you requested, and to indicate we'd need a translator; alternately, you're welcome to my Real ID to facilitate some RP in that fashion if you're comfortable with it; I'm slowly building up a Real ID network of RPers on the realm anyway. If that's possible, find me on an Alliance alt and send a tell to me; I'm on most evenings.))

"Honestly, someone that loud and brash is hard to find..."

The AAMS courier sigh in frustration, muttering to herself. There was nothing to it except to leave a note, or else he might not get the message in time. She dutifully transcribed the message with a wince, and then left the letter at the bar in Ratchet with the AAMS seal.

((Monday sounds like it'll work! I'll try and catch you online sometime and get you my RealID.))

((Sorry for being so hard to find, Kezrin! ^^;))

((Rage, just got the letter from AAMS - thankees Kezrin! - last night, but haven't had a chance to respond yet.))

((Any chance we can move the meeting earlier than 7PM server? That'd be around 11:30PM my time so it's a wee bit late. Any chance we can run this a bit earlier, e.g. five-ish or six-ish?))

((Heya Drake, we can probably do 5:00pm tonight; I'm west coast. I'm getting home from work around 4:30 typically, so it should be fine. I'll hop on my orc Shaman to get in touch with you to get your Real ID, then shuffle Rage out for the meeting.))

((That'd be super! I should be done work for the day and online well before then. ^^ ))

((EDIT: If I'm not on Drakehide, might be briefly on Mogg'kosh for a bit. Will make sure I've got you on Mogg's friend list either way so I catch you when you're online.))

((EDIT EDIT: May briefly be on Mok'Rukh. Will still watch for ya on friends list!))

((Awesome RP yesterday, Ragefang! ^^ And zee plot, she thickeens!))

Bralox decides to run around the thread, Drake's letter clutched in his fist, having taken the form of a paper airplane. Sufficient Airplane noises accompany it.