<div class="floatleft">(http://wow.allakhazam.com/Im/width=189/44242.jpg)</div>"Feh." The mage turned her face downward to spit on the dirty stone floor, but her eyes never left the Wind Traders face. Despite the lack of facial features, the mass of light and cloth still had body language which the Troll carefully read. The Trader's finger twitched and he turned his head slightly to eye the cage with the Troll captive. He was having an internal debate- deciding if he should do this the hard way or the harder way. Zazi, ever patient, waited with one hand rested comfortably on the hilt of her wicked blade while the other was rolled into a fist on her hip. The Trader was silent another long moment, but the city was anything but. Soft cries, clicks of hooves, laughter, the clang of metal- Shattrath was never asleep.<br/><br/>"Alright," the Trader finally said and pounded the cage with a clenched fist. The magical cogs began spinning, unlocking the pink cage where the snarling Troll captive was being held. Zazi paid no attention at his release, instead conjuring her coin purse. She counted the gold coins slowly, as if to tease the merchant. They both knew she had bought the slave at a drastically reduced price and that the Trader wouldn't even break even from the deal. The Light knew Zazi could have paid full price. She could have bought every slave there twice over and still been fine- she had accumulated more than fame upon her travels and was well set financially. But sometimes she liked to prove a point. To be a bully. And to save a stupid Troll who would have deserved every bit of pain brought down on him for being caught in the first place. But his vicious roars of rage had stroked a soft part of the Mage. A true frenzied enrage. Disgusted at his current predicament. He was screaming for blood, and she had answered his call. But now he was alert and quiet, aware of his new position.<br/><br/>"Pleasure doing business with you," the Merchant said in an even tone. Zazi's lips twisted upwards in what could have been called a smile.<br/><br/>"Go home," the Troll Mage said to her ward in her native tongue. No one else around them understood, but the once-captive Troll did. A harsh bark of laughter escaped his throat. From prisoner to slave to free man in 30 minutes of negotiation. The murder was still in his eye as he looked from his savior to the Trader, but he knew when to cut his loses.<br/><br/>"Jinby do not forget face. Will sing songs of you." It was his thank you, his goodbye. The Mage said nothing of it; her eyes had never left the Wind Trader.<br/><br/>"Uh pleasah," Zazi repeated, turning on her heel. She had other business to attend to this day besides playing hero.<br/><br/><strong>1</strong>