"Day in, day out, the same boring job. Watching the new recruits run past, some
of them glowing with Light, others with Fire and Arcane magics, still others
charging around like bulls with no feel for any magics, she eased her boredom by
ordering the imp at her side to do tasks she knew he hated. wow
honor But wait ... she could feel it. Marshal McBride had pulled one of her
tainted letters from his pack. Without moving, she let the spell on the envelope
reveal the pair and show her this new trainee. A woman, young and blonde, was
shaking her head lightly. ""No, sir. I'm fairly sure I'm not related to a
Drusilla La Salle. My last name, if you look at my papers again, is LeSalle. guild
wars gold Similar, but not the same. I'm just here for ..."" The Marshal
didn't like the letter he had pulled from his pack, hated keeping the stack with
the others, and even more hated being corrected by a weak, useless recruit who'd
fail and be a waste of everyone's time. With an imperious glare, he shoved the
envelope into her hands and waved her away. The woman's expression notably
soured, the envelope barely held at the tips of her fingers, as she hurried out
of the abbey in search of the recipient. The same woman now rushed up to
Drusilla, briefly nodding to the imp as though it had a brain to care about
being recognized, practically dropping the letter in her haste to be rid of it.
Drusilla noted the unopened nature with an inward groan; probably another one of
the self-righteous ""I won't be corrupted by power"" snots who'd give up after a
few weeks and change her mind, choosing some other path or running off to seek
less arduous work.
cheap
wow gold This one had the looks to make it in Goldshire at least. Some of
the others ... they were mostly useful as farmer's wives or cleaning the houses
of the nobility who remained in Stormwind. wow
level up Ah well, let this lass sully her pretty little hands with theft,
and most likely murder as well, and live with that guilt for the rest of her
days. Giving the woman mediocre directions, simply a tent over by the vineyard,
Drusilla waved the girl off and looked down at her imp who cringed, not even
waiting for the order he knew was coming. Steal the book, plant it by one of the
tents. Always the same orders, always that same book ... the one that bound him,
the one he could not destroy unless given a direct order. And she would never
give him that satisfaction, that freedom, preferring to torment him repeatedly
in this way. Ah, there were some perks to this job at least. read more
here:http://forums.wowfiction.net/viewtopic.php. id=342" .
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