It was a very usual day in Goldshire. Dancers, villagers, trading, screaming and fighting. Elwynn Forest never got peace, there was always some loud mouthed man or woman, who would bring more and more, even when the moon settled itself onto the sky. The inn was crowded with drunks, humans, night elves, gnomes, dwarves, draenei and worgen mingled together, having a nice chat, getting a cold mug of ale and some would make their way upstairs. Some other people sat in the corners, their hoods covering the faces, mercenaries, dangerous people with a lust for blood and adventure, at the same time with a great desire for coin, not to mention women. In another corner sat an worgen. A tall, furred beast, a muscled body covered in nothing but worn out leathers, stained with blood and mud. He was smoking a pibe, remaining silent in his own little corner.<br/><br/>Two female draenei soon came down from upstairs, followed by a male human with a broad smile on his face, though he did limp a little, the two women must have been too hard for the poor guy, but yet satisfying. The worgen looked at the two draenei, and he was not the only one. Four other mercenaries kept their eyes at the two females, like were they prey for a wild beast. As the two draenei left the inn, the four men followed. The worgen groaned to himself, and rose to his feet, sneaking after the six. When out of sight, the mercenaries grabbed both draenei, and dragged them into the forest, away from Goldshire and its guards. They pulled forth their daggers, and pointed them towards the two females "Listen aliens. We have not had any to care for us in a long time, we have decided that you two would be perfect for our need" all four humans had a broad grin on their face, licking their lips, and slowly pulled forth their large shafts, stroking them while slowly closing in on the draenei women, pinning them to a large tree.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>