*A scholarly forsaken male enters a dimly lit tavern in Orgrimmar's Valley of Strength, clutching a leather bound tome and carrying a small inscriptionist's pouch over his shoulder. Tilting his head back to see through his glasses, he scans the room. With the raise of a brow, he walks towards a male orc sitting alone in the darkest corner of the room.*
(Undead): "Excuse me, Sir...are you," glances at a page in his book, "Rohku?"
*The orc nods*
(Undead): "My name is Cam Millward, I am the inscriptionist commissioned to pen...a letter is it?"
*Rohku nods*
"Very well," he says as he removes his sack and sits at the table across from Rohku. "I was given very little details, so let's start at the beginning if you don't mind...have you any titles or nicknames?"
The orc raises from his slumped posture. "I am Rohku, son of Arku."
"Anything else? ...Okay, I have a few other questions, all with regards to demographics and marketing," he says before he leans in looking over his glasses and whispering, "the goblins have moved into the city and implented all these new business tactics and.." the undead's speech trails as he notices the orc is clearly uninterested. "Anyway, you are how many years of age?"
Rohku sits for a minute, stone faced, then mutters, "100".
"You are 100 years old?!" the undead exclaims with a grin.
Without making eye contact the orc replies, "..25".
Smiling, Cam scans the figure and scribbles onto his page '45ish' "This is to be a letter to your mother?"
*Rohku nods*
"Excellent, have you spoken to her recently?"
*Rohku shakes his head as to say 'No'*
"So then I am assuming you may have changed since she last saw you? Let's describe your appearance first.." the undead says, analyzing the features of the orc's face . "Your hair is as black as coal, with a few streaks of gray. Your beard, neatly trimmed. Your skin appears to be made of grass stained leather...and your eyes.." suddenly he ceases to speak as the glance of the orc's eyes instill a chilling unease, "appear to have...seen much...anyway, let's move on. I assume this letter will be delivered 'home'. Where would that be?"
"Nagrand." The orc states.
"Nagrand...Nagrand," he repeats as his eyes roll upward, as though to search his brain like a map. "I am unfamiliar with Nagrand...no worries, the postmaster will know where it is...a specific address?"
Rohku's eyes shift around the table, as if he would find the answer written somewhere by chance. "Ask the girl. She will tell you."
"Oh? The young goblin girl that commissioned this request?"
*Rohku nods*
"Very well...moving on...let's start by telling your mother where it is you live now?"
"Within the walls."
The undead exhales a frustrated sigh as he continues to asks questions, "Alright...from the looks of things...you are a warrior," he states with an almost obvious sarcasm, "and I assume that including that information would be redundant..." he says, as he takes off his glasses and puts his hands on the table. "Sir, you're making this very difficult. I can't simply 'make-up' the contents of your letter.."
Rohku shifts in his seat a bit, before he begins to speak. "The girl...her name is Caspryn. I protect her," he says with a low, soft but raspy voice. "She pays me for my blades and I send the wages I earn to the orphanages outside the city."
Cam looks at Rohku with a surprised affection as he scribbles notes onto a page of notes:
- Bad: Rough exterior. Quiet and calm but in his stillness his eyes have a fierce demeanor, much like a lion when fixed on it's prey. Very stubborn and almost definately not educated, yet well spoken. Clearly not good with numbers.
- Good: Compassionate and understanding. Patient. Generous (include wages/orphanage bit into letter)
- Find out where 'Nagrand' is located.
Looking up from his notes, he asks, "Messages for any relatives?"
Rohku thinks for a moment then begins to speak, "No...err, say hello to father."
"Ah okay, very well...and what specifically would you like to me to say to your mother?"
Rohku looks down at the table again as he digs around inside his head for the words that, as always for him, are ever so elusive. "Hope all is well...miss you both..." he says, looking at Cam as though searching for approval. Cam returns the look with one of slight confusion.
"Mmkay..short and to the point!" Cam stops for a moment to think of more information that could be added to the letter. "Oh, your current affiliation?"
Stoic, Rohku quickly replies, "Are we finished?"
Cam answers, "Nearly, one last question...what have you been doing all the years you've been gone? Surely she would like to hear of your travels and adventures?"
Rohku's eyes drift off into the distance, as if gazing into the twisting nether itself. He relives the years of his past for what feels like an eternity, as only a few seconds elapse. Rohku's eyes then regain their focus, momentarily, just before he abrubtly stands and walks out of the bar and away from the question. The undead scribe turns and watches him walk out of the bar before returning to his notes, staring at them motionless.
"I don't think I should mention that in the letter.." For a moment he sits in contemplation, then stands, collects his things, and exits the establishment.