The chorus of sounds of Booty Bay filled the salty air as Magrev passed by with his charge. The yells and shouts of the merchants and their customers intertwined with the roar of the ocean, the aroma of cooking meat and steamed vegetables mixed with sharp scent of alcohol and machinery. It was a merry day and there was so much to do. It was the beautiful mask of the real Booty Bay.<br/><br/>Booty Bay, besides being a money trap for travelers, has a more sinister, grotesque side. She is a beast that swallows the innocent, shelters the crooked, and cheats the traveler. She gives work for those who want to get into commerce and provides jobs for those that want to kill. She thrives off slave traffic, extortion, prostitution, liquor, and greed. Booty Bay was one of the best cities for one to be a criminal.<br/><br/>At this point though, Magrev was a simple body guard for a not so simple gobliness. He was the personal bodyguard of a Trixie Gunrocket, one of the greediest and most influential goblins in all of Booty Bay. Magrev had escaped to Booty Bay for protection from a bounty placed on his head by the Alliance that made most of his old comrades of the Horde betray him in the pursuit of gold. Irony, being the bitch she usually is, placed him at Trixie's doorstep and now he was a tool for her to use. He was the one that helped her catch her marks, he was the one that tied them up and gave them to those who paid. In his escape from bounty hunters, he has been forced to become the tool of one.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Trixie speaking...really now...how much gold?!? Okay, where is she now?...Good boy.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Magrev, sweetie. We're making a slight detour now.</span>"<br/><br/>Magrev gave a silent nod. His head, wrapped by cloth that only revealed the glowing wisps of his eyes, rustled and cracked. His steps were heavy, the thudding of his boots mixing with the faint whirring of machinery and all covered by the chilling chime of his armor. Many of the goblins around him shrunk away from the duo as they walked past, although his identity wasn't known, the chime of his armor had become infamous around Booty Bay, almost to the point of synonymous with a slit throat. The clanging of coins and the chiming of chains mixed to produce a morbid and beautiful song as they approached the Scarlet Sage while their mark, blissfully unaware, sat and drank.<br/><br/>The bouncers near the doorway gave them both wary looks as they got closer and closer. The orc was the first to break as he directed an authoritative palm towards his charge. "<span style="color: Green">No weapons in the Sage.</span>", he grunted. Trixie looked up, obviously annoyed, "You must be new here." She snapped her fingers. The chime of his armor suddenly grew as Magrev reached for a dagger and awoke it from its rest. In a flash of metal, a letter "T" had been inscribed into the orc's palm, eliciting a pained yelp. He reached for his own weapon but Magrev was on him immediately, the first dagger pressed against his throat and a second dagger burying its tip into the orc's hand. Trixie handed the other bouncer a small sack of gold coins and snapped her fingers once more.<br/><br/>Magrev withdrew, his dagger returning to their sheathes but his eyes never leaving the orc's. The ghostly chime of his armor marked their entrance into the Sage. Right away, Magrev noticed what seemed to be an elf bending over in front of the entrance. His hand snaked away from his sides and extended a bony finger which poked at her bottom before slowly running up her back and ending at her neck as he passed. The bartender looked up and locked eyes with Trixie before pointing a stubby finger at a cloaked figure drinking alone at the end of the bar. Trixie tapped a nearby table, another cue. Magrev reached into a pocket and withdrew a small sack of coins which he tossed at the pudgy bartender who gave him a fearful look before greedily looking inside the bag. The residents of the bar quieted down as the passed before warily resuming conversation.<br/><br/>Trixie sat down next to the figure as Magrev took a position behind and between the two, the infamous chime ringing throughout.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Hello Miss L'odu. If I may, I'd love to have a bit of a word with you.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>