Well this is what you get for volunteering. Standing under the blazing early morning sun, at the bridge in the Valley of Strength, scanning the crowds that crossed it for someone you’d never seen before, holding a sign with the nickname of the unknown you’re waiting for (and what kind of nickname was “Ish” anyways?), not even knowing if this “Ish” would really show up today.
The dark gray shirt and pants of the Orgrimmar City Maintenance Crew uniform absorbed the sun’s heat like it might never see sun again. Dorgot set the sign on the ground and wiped the sweat from his brow. Well, at least he’d provide some entertainment for the Crew, whether Ish showed up or not. Especially if he had to spend half the morning standing around with this sign; the boss would not be happy about that.
It had all started with a conversation over the hearthstone that Dorgot caught the end of; he wasn’t sure how Ish had slammed off the hearthstone in a huff, but somehow, he had. Then Archmagi Raoul and Lord Viceran (Dorgot wasn’t sure he had their titles proper but it was something like that) were discussing Ish’s tempermental nature and sensitivity.
The mention of sensitivity was what triggered it all. Well that and the fact that Dorgot wasn’t quite back up to par after recovering from his burns.
Karak had just been complaining the other day about his son being too sensitive and bringing him onto the Crew to harden him up to real life and real work. With this in mind, Dorgot butt into Raoul and Viceran’s conversation, offering to harden up Ish’s soft sentiments by a few work days with the Crew. Kill 2 birds with one stone, is what Dorgot had been thinking; harden up the softy and still get his quota of work out in spite of his convalescence.
Now here he was, hoping Lord Viceran had passed the message along, and that the tempermental Ish had deigned to work with the grunts. If not, he’d be the butt of Crew jokes for weeks.
The dark gray shirt and pants of the Orgrimmar City Maintenance Crew uniform absorbed the sun’s heat like it might never see sun again. Dorgot set the sign on the ground and wiped the sweat from his brow. Well, at least he’d provide some entertainment for the Crew, whether Ish showed up or not. Especially if he had to spend half the morning standing around with this sign; the boss would not be happy about that.
It had all started with a conversation over the hearthstone that Dorgot caught the end of; he wasn’t sure how Ish had slammed off the hearthstone in a huff, but somehow, he had. Then Archmagi Raoul and Lord Viceran (Dorgot wasn’t sure he had their titles proper but it was something like that) were discussing Ish’s tempermental nature and sensitivity.
The mention of sensitivity was what triggered it all. Well that and the fact that Dorgot wasn’t quite back up to par after recovering from his burns.
Karak had just been complaining the other day about his son being too sensitive and bringing him onto the Crew to harden him up to real life and real work. With this in mind, Dorgot butt into Raoul and Viceran’s conversation, offering to harden up Ish’s soft sentiments by a few work days with the Crew. Kill 2 birds with one stone, is what Dorgot had been thinking; harden up the softy and still get his quota of work out in spite of his convalescence.
Now here he was, hoping Lord Viceran had passed the message along, and that the tempermental Ish had deigned to work with the grunts. If not, he’d be the butt of Crew jokes for weeks.
