The Luxury Spa Auto-Deployer 3000 made one last pneumatic hiss of the extenders under its belly and stepped out of the soaked undergrowth into its position at the rear end of the convoy. Madam Clitfiddler sighed and wrapped the large, white towel tighter around her, for it was getting rather chilly for a summer night in the depths of the forest on Darkmoon Island. Despite the fact that she was about to depart with an empty caravan (hence the sigh), her visit to the island had been considerably more profitable than last year and had more than secured her plans to walk her walkers around the world.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, at the Faire, a pair of yellow eyes from the depths of a black hood had been gazing upon a couple of Sin’dorei girls who seemed utterly lost on the island. The goblin had been following them for a while, keeping his distance, and it had started to get pretty clear that the petite elves weren’t there for the usual entertainment, or any entertainment for that matter. So, with an exchange of a few very carefully select words, he had presented the girls with the opportunity of their lifetime to meet up with the secret Caravan in the woods, and saw to it that they headed to the right direction. Madam Clitfiddler would be very pleased, but Mr Spark wasn’t a greedy— wasn’t an impatient goblin, so he sent the unsuspecting girls to complete the short walk without his guidance, and the next time the Madam returned, his reward would be tenfold of what he could get out of the wily woman today.<br/><br/>The convoy was surprisingly well-hidden among the trees, as much as it’s possible for seven spherical, kodo-sized mechano-walkers to hide, but the wide cone of warm light that shone through the round, open shaft of one of the vehicles would easily catch the eye of anyone who approach the caravan. The walkers lied on their metal bellies in the undergrowth of the forest, so standing in front of the large, circular doorway, one would see straight into the carriage where a voluptuous human with an elegant, hot-pink mohawk was sitting on the edge of a luxurious double-bed (that from the outside seemed far too big to even fit inside the vehicle) dressing up into a black pair of flat, thigh-high leather boots while the rest of her clothes still waited beside her on the bed.<br/><br/><i>Cue Allienna &amp; Tiatha; others wait till we make it to Westfall.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>