** 1ST PLACE WINNER in THE ANGEL AWARDS 2017, FANFICTION CATEGORY**
Illidan picked Sarah up, cradling her to his chest. To all assembled he spoke, "We go to Suramar, there we will bring an end to the Legion." Glancing down at the body of the young w...
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She located Erik easily enough. His raucous laughter rang out across the inn. Unsurprisingly he was seated with some fellow dwarfs and a couple of night elves - all enjoying a lad's night out with an abundance of ale. She laughed softly beneath her mask. It had been in this very inn she had experienced her first effects of Dwarven Ale. Her mirth, however, soon gave way to melancholy memories. She lowered her head and moved towards the back of the inn.
Drew was proving to be a full-time job as she had to constantly remind him to stop acting like a tourist with his ooh-ing and ahh-ing at people and places they visited. She grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled him in front of her.
Prodding him forward, she ushered him to a table where the light was less generous and warned him again to stay quiet. "Try not to look so gobsmacked at everyone and everything around you!" She whispered. He gingerly sat down, taking in all his surroundings, still with mouth agape. She reached over and snapped his jaw shut smirking a little at the sound of his teeth clamping together.
The Darkmoon Faire had quite an impact on local trade it seemed. Unlike the game, it was not exclusive to the Faire itself on Darkmoon Isle. The celebrations had been evident throughout the city as the two Earthlings had made their way to the inn.
Sarah cast her eyes around the room. Small multi-coloured buntings were draped along the upper balustrades of the upper floor. Balloons and streamers hung suspended in mid-air above the tables and punters. Music was provided by a small band off to the left of where Sarah and Drew sat. Many a toe was tapped and hands clapped as the musicians played their renditions of catchy folk tunes. Even Sarah could not resist keeping time to the beat, and she lightly tapped her thigh. The inn was certainly bringing in the punters.
A scraping of chairs caught their attention. A human man at a table to the far right of the room stood up boldly, before staggering somewhat drunkenly and almost collapsing back into his chair. Drew laughed out loud. Sarah glared a warning at her friend. He quietened.
The man shuffled out from the table, his friends steadying him as he rounded the edge. "I shall – show you all how itsh done," he hiccupped. "And I will sh-hic-ing for you all!" He announced as he bumped and tripped his way to the wary group of musicians. Some people laughed, encouraging the man, whilst others groaned and told him to sit down. He dismissed those with a wave of his hand, which, unfortunately, affected his balance.
Still, he stumbled forward until he reached the group of folk artistes. He leaned down and whispered what he wanted to perform. Sarah and Drew watched with amusement as the musicians made a play of wafting away the drunken man's breath.
With a certain amount of dramatic flair, the musicians readied themselves as the man spun round and faced his audience.
Two mugs of Dwarven Ale were suddenly planted in front of Drew and Sarah.
