“Come here little rattie!” Pill peered into the large pile of debris in the Orgrimmar alley. She was finally ready for a new rat and the white one she had just seen vanish into the pile was perfect.
“Chu crazy deada. Chu be given mah ya money, I ba tinkin?”
“WUT?” The mage whirled around and looked down the shaft of the bolt pointed at her head; she barely kept her pointy hat on her head as she did so.
“Chu `eard me. Gimme deh gold!” The troll snarled, but never lowered the crossbow.
“Oy! You tosser! Why you think I give a stinky troll like you nothing?” She could have spat fire.
“I be deh one wit deh shoota.”
With a startled bah, the troll fell to the ground. The crossbow clattered and the bolt pierced through the pile of trash and pinned the rat she had been after to the wall.
“RIGHT!” Pill shouted at the confused sheep. “You’ll pay for that!” She adjusted her pointy hat, pulled a set of clippers out of a pouch at her belt and set to work. A few minutes later, a very green and naked troll ran out of the alleyway.
“Bah! Horrible wool. He must not eat enough.” With her cloak wrapped into a makeshift backpack, Corspilla opened up a portal and went back to Dalaran. She would look for a rat later. She had carding to do.