Giska

Copperflux Snugglerump

Wyneth Nightmeadow "No, look at my face, NOOOOOOOO. N -O. NO!" her face is serious with no grin on it. "There is no way in fel am I gonna go anywhere near that dinner, I don't care what bonuses ya' give me. I don't give a purple egg that's gone sour 'bout war, peace, or whatever is in their damn heads. So NO. Get someone else. I aint doin' it."

Nerrok Nerrok scribbles down some quick notes, rewriting a portion of the company's "Help Wanted" ad in the local paper to be re-printed immediately: "Dear potential associates interested in working for Grey Tiger Shipping and Freight: Please refrain from spying, overtly or clandestinely, physically or through any other means, on any of our property or current employees. We assure you there is nothing to see, aside from the perfectly legal business practices we've utilized for years to unite Azeroth and beyond, in lucrative commerce. If you are interested in receiving an application please feel free to speak with Wigcik in The Fishmongers, Booty Bay, Cape of Stranglethorn. Thank you for your time and we hope to hear from you soon." ***Disclaimer*** "Ignoring this request has the possibility of subjecting the potential employee to vicious, repeated, bone-shattering chokeslams."

Sellynn Quel'vina

Isabellia Shar'diel

Joseph Wallace