((I've been looking to write Kraddak out of the game for a while now. Rather than simply pulling him for a character transfer, I wanted to give him a "proper" send off before he gets reincarnated as a dwarf. This is part 1.))
“A room? What do you think this is - an inn?” gasped the goblin.
Kraddak frowned. It had taken a while to scope out this place, and the small room above Jazzik’s General Goods store in Ratchet seemed perfect. The only problem was Jazzik. Kraddak had spend enough time in the inn across the way to know that the room wasn’t used, but the goblin either played it coy or drove a hard bargain.
“Listen, I understand that this is an unusual request. I promise I will not bother you. You can go about your business, and you won’t even know I’m here.”
Jazzik scoffed. “There is an inn right here in Ratchet. I don’t need anybody snooping around my store.”
Kraddak tried his best to smile warmly. “The inn is too crowded for my taste. Too many people coming and going. I like this place. It is just a Wyvern’s hop away from Orgrimmar, and I can catch the boat to Booty Bay any time I want. If it’s money you want…”
At this point, Jazzik’s ears perked up thought he tried not to let on. “Well, I do have a spare bed upstairs, but I use the extra space for storage. Gonna cost me a lot to keep all that stuff elsewhere. All the extra time and added inconvenience... I'm not sure it’s really worth it.”
Kraddak nodded. “I will give you 5 gold pieces per day. Put some clean sheets at the bottom of the stairs once every ten days. That’s all I need.”
“Make that another 50 silver for the sheets, and you’ve got yourself a deal. Welcome to Jazzik’s Bed and Breakfast. Breakfast not included!”
Kraddak flashed a toothy grin at the goblin. “Thank you, I am sure it will be just fine.” He handed the goblin a small sack of coins. “This should do for the first month. Now if you don’t mind, I think I will retire to my room.”
With that, the orc pushed past the goblin who was too busy counting the gold coins to utter a response.
Once upstairs, Kraddak stepped out onto the balcony and watched the sunset over the Barrens. He smiled. He was unlikely to draw unwanted attention here. At the same time, he was not so far removed from everything else that he couldn’t keep up on new developments.
He was hiding in plain sight.
“A room? What do you think this is - an inn?” gasped the goblin.
Kraddak frowned. It had taken a while to scope out this place, and the small room above Jazzik’s General Goods store in Ratchet seemed perfect. The only problem was Jazzik. Kraddak had spend enough time in the inn across the way to know that the room wasn’t used, but the goblin either played it coy or drove a hard bargain.
“Listen, I understand that this is an unusual request. I promise I will not bother you. You can go about your business, and you won’t even know I’m here.”
Jazzik scoffed. “There is an inn right here in Ratchet. I don’t need anybody snooping around my store.”
Kraddak tried his best to smile warmly. “The inn is too crowded for my taste. Too many people coming and going. I like this place. It is just a Wyvern’s hop away from Orgrimmar, and I can catch the boat to Booty Bay any time I want. If it’s money you want…”
At this point, Jazzik’s ears perked up thought he tried not to let on. “Well, I do have a spare bed upstairs, but I use the extra space for storage. Gonna cost me a lot to keep all that stuff elsewhere. All the extra time and added inconvenience... I'm not sure it’s really worth it.”
Kraddak nodded. “I will give you 5 gold pieces per day. Put some clean sheets at the bottom of the stairs once every ten days. That’s all I need.”
“Make that another 50 silver for the sheets, and you’ve got yourself a deal. Welcome to Jazzik’s Bed and Breakfast. Breakfast not included!”
Kraddak flashed a toothy grin at the goblin. “Thank you, I am sure it will be just fine.” He handed the goblin a small sack of coins. “This should do for the first month. Now if you don’t mind, I think I will retire to my room.”
With that, the orc pushed past the goblin who was too busy counting the gold coins to utter a response.
Once upstairs, Kraddak stepped out onto the balcony and watched the sunset over the Barrens. He smiled. He was unlikely to draw unwanted attention here. At the same time, he was not so far removed from everything else that he couldn’t keep up on new developments.
He was hiding in plain sight.
