"The boss doesn't have anymore work for you at the moment, but if you need to dust yourself off, the caravan over there can help you with that."<br/><br/>Another foreman had just finished paying Lin for the jobs earlier in the morning before the Caravan of Debauchery had settled in. Thinning out the nearby ogre and troll population isn't an easy task for any Venture Co. employee and eight out of ten times, teams don't make it back. But, they've always been a threat to Venture Co. operations in Stranglethorn, and production demands still remained relatively high ever since the cataclysmic events of The Sundering.<br/><br/>Lin had some personal trouble with the jungle natives before, so he didn't have any qualm exterminating them on the spot, even if Venture Co. would be allowed to thrive as a direct result of it. But, he needed the money so that he could eat and live on to the next day, and Stormwind just wasn't able to provide any work for his magical talents for the moment.<br/><br/>Lin definitely needed the time off after his work and took the foreman's recommendation for a little rest and relaxation in the humidity of Stranglethorn. He couldn't help but scratch his head on the color scheme chosen for this caravan, as the structures seemed to shine brighter than the morning sun, even the dark purple one. After getting close enough and out of the sun's blinding light, he could hardly believe what he was seeing right now.<br/><br/>There wasn't really much to see, and at the same time, there was a lot to see. At one carriage, there was the big hulking Draenei who looks like he had just recently woken up for the first time today. Taking a nice stretch just outside of the doorway, and not wearing any pants. The other Draenei at another carriage had herself bent into a position that showed off her butt a little too well. Lin could only freeze clutch his hands together as he looked off to the side, completely flushed by the indecency in front of him for the moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>