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A Blood Elven woman walks hurriedly through the streets of Orgrimmar, a small stack of paper clutched in one hand, a small mallet in the other. She has a number of nails in her mouth, and she pauses in front of one of a wooden post with a number of notices nailed to it.

Setting the stack of papers on the ground, Kel'tira Sunblaze removes one, leaving a number behind, and proceeds to nail the individual sheet to the board, hitting her thumb with the mallet in the process. Biting back a sharp curse, the red-haired Sin'dorei rises to her full 6'7" height and grabs the papers.

Walking away towards the zeppelin towers, she leaves the pinned notice in plain sight, the wording is in no uncertain terms. It reads, in a plain print:

Looking for a member of the AAMS to carry a message. Please contact Kel'tira Sunblaze, Lady of the House Sunblaze, leader of the Rising Sun Fellowship, as soon as possible for more details.

((Let me explain, I am looking for an AAMS courier to carry a message, and because I can't manage to get in contact in-game, the forums were my next option. If you would be so kind as to drop a response here or catch me in-game, it would be much appreciated!))

His grandpappy's skull clacking merrily by his ear, Yotingo exited the Wyvern's Tail, humming. AAMS business never failed to entertain, and this time he was to deliver what sounded like a threatening message to a dastardly warlock.

"Ya think dey be payin' extra if I do a little embellishment on da message myself?" Yotingo asked the skull.

The skull clacked it's jawbone twice, then once.

"Ya, I suppose ya be right. Still, we best be makin' a good impression if Missy Kel'tira gotta be taken seriously.."

The skull clacked again, bobbing up and down.

"Nah, mon, ya don't be havin' a uniform. I still do say da emblem lookin' rather dashin' 'cross yo' forehead--"

A series of angry snaps and violent wobbling from side ta side.

"Fine, mon, fine. I be doin' it. Gimme dat notebook."

In a puff of magic smoke, the notebook appeared next to the skull, who, despite having no eyebrows, seemed to scowling at the troll. Yotingo laughed, patting it on the cranium, each thump threatening to knock the floating apparition out of the air, then the troll shapeshifted into his coyote form. He grabbed the notebook between his teeth and galloped, tail swishing back and forth light-heartedly.

Kel'tira stood at the bar, staring after the ghostly coyote and the floating skull, and then staring at the spot where they had been, before shaking her head, "Well. That was new."

Turning to tap a finger on the bar, she rolled a number of coins across to "Gravy." Still lost in thought on the matter of the AAMS Troll, she settled into a seat and picked up a green book, words printed in Common on the front.

Muttering to herself, something about, "Damned warlock," "Fast messengers," and, "Demonic books," the Blood Elf shoved the book into a bag on the ground and hefted it over her shoulder, striding out the door and wandering through Orgrimmar.

Upon reaching the board she had pinned her notice to, Kel reached out and tore the parchment free, tucking it into her satchel along with the rest of the posters.

"I did not even catch his name..." she muttered thoughtfully, walking towards the rear gates.