Chess left the Royal Gardens next to the Royal Library, his feelings in turmoil.
"Rook... Mr. Chess... I need for you to do something for me" Elaianana had asked.
Part of Jonathan's past included a stint working for the Azeroth Ale Society, a company whose purported purpose was to promote and provide Kul Tiras beer, ales, and other spirits to the citizens of the Alliance. Jonathan had been loaned to them as Elling Trias' personal consultant on matters of cheese.
Under the floorboards, the Azeroth Ale Society, headed by the redoubtable Craft Ramsey, had been a front for the Kul Tiras espionage service. Elling Trias had his own reasons for loaning them Jon Chess, but co-operation with SI:7 was not one of them. One of the reasons was that Jonathan had worked for Universal Exports, the cover organization for the Theramore secret service, and had been personally destroyed by the death of so many friends when the Horde had cratered his home. For several years Jonathan carried out assignments for the Kul Tiras throne, mentioned only in reports by "The Rook", the name he had used when working for Theramore.
During his time with the Azeroth Ale Society, Craft had often reported to the Stormwind Ambassador at the time, Lady Elaianna Nesbitt. Jon had immediately been smitten with the Ambassador, but Craft, seeing the sparkle in Jon's eye, had warned him away. "She's married, she's an ambassador, and she's ... well, let's just say that she's as capable as one of our own," Craft had warned. Jonathan had sublimated his crush by stealing the SI:7 files on her and destroyed it. It had made for interesting reading, however, and had done nothing to curb Jonathan's feelings.
He had made contact with her after reading about her latest misadventure in the Stormwind Courier. She had asked for a meeting. At that meeting, she had asked him for a favor - prepare a bolt hole for her daughter, in case something might happen to her.
Jonathan had agreed, at once. He felt that helping to safeguard her daughter would be the least he could do for a lady who had unknowingly held his heart. if he could not give her anything else, perhaps he could at least give her some peace of mind.
His mind recalled the song he had heard in the alleys and shadows.
Blood on the cobblestones,
Blood on the door.
Don't go out to Boralus
Don't go on your own.
Devil on the cobblestones,
The Devil's at your door.
The Devil hunts in Boralus,
Don't go on your own.
Don't go out to Boralus
Don't go on your own.
Maybe, just maybe... Jonathan could give Elaianna some peace of mind.
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| Lady Elaianna |
"Rook... Mr. Chess... I need for you to do something for me" Elaianana had asked.
Part of Jonathan's past included a stint working for the Azeroth Ale Society, a company whose purported purpose was to promote and provide Kul Tiras beer, ales, and other spirits to the citizens of the Alliance. Jonathan had been loaned to them as Elling Trias' personal consultant on matters of cheese.
Under the floorboards, the Azeroth Ale Society, headed by the redoubtable Craft Ramsey, had been a front for the Kul Tiras espionage service. Elling Trias had his own reasons for loaning them Jon Chess, but co-operation with SI:7 was not one of them. One of the reasons was that Jonathan had worked for Universal Exports, the cover organization for the Theramore secret service, and had been personally destroyed by the death of so many friends when the Horde had cratered his home. For several years Jonathan carried out assignments for the Kul Tiras throne, mentioned only in reports by "The Rook", the name he had used when working for Theramore.
During his time with the Azeroth Ale Society, Craft had often reported to the Stormwind Ambassador at the time, Lady Elaianna Nesbitt. Jon had immediately been smitten with the Ambassador, but Craft, seeing the sparkle in Jon's eye, had warned him away. "She's married, she's an ambassador, and she's ... well, let's just say that she's as capable as one of our own," Craft had warned. Jonathan had sublimated his crush by stealing the SI:7 files on her and destroyed it. It had made for interesting reading, however, and had done nothing to curb Jonathan's feelings.
He had made contact with her after reading about her latest misadventure in the Stormwind Courier. She had asked for a meeting. At that meeting, she had asked him for a favor - prepare a bolt hole for her daughter, in case something might happen to her.
Jonathan had agreed, at once. He felt that helping to safeguard her daughter would be the least he could do for a lady who had unknowingly held his heart. if he could not give her anything else, perhaps he could at least give her some peace of mind.
His mind recalled the song he had heard in the alleys and shadows.
Blood on the cobblestones,
Blood on the door.
Don't go out to Boralus
Don't go on your own.
Devil on the cobblestones,
The Devil's at your door.
The Devil hunts in Boralus,
Don't go on your own.
Jenny's got her eye on you,
Jenny's got a knife.
The Devil's got her eye on you
Don't go out tonight.
Blood on the cobblestones,
blood on the door.Don't go out to Boralus
Don't go on your own.
Maybe, just maybe... Jonathan could give Elaianna some peace of mind.
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