(Co-written by Lynesia's player, with thanks and gratitude!)
Jon Chess used the telepathic link that Lynesia had long ago established with her magic to contact her. "Querida... I have a mission to go and locate a smuggling route through the Elwynn Forest that the Defias Brotherhood is using to assemble war materials for use in Westfall, and destroy it. Would you be interested in joining me? We can meet for dinner, perhaps, and discuss how to proceed?"
Lynesia blinked and sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. "Jonny?" she murmured aloud before standing and wondering over to pick up a cup of hot tea. "Jon?" she responded through the telepathic link. "I am surprised anyone wants to overtake Westfall... it is such a down and out area. Sure I'll help you. What do you need?"
"Finding a smuggling route through the Elwynn is like finding a needle in a haystack - the Defias Brotherhood are as thick as fleas on a mangy dog," Jon replied. "I am going to become Stavros DarKoven again - Stavros has done some business with the Defias before," Jon informed Lynesia. "Maybe I can get a lead on the route from the Dockmaster at Jerod's Landing... that place is where the Defias distribute food and ale to their brethren. If we can find one of the links, maybe we can follow the chains in both directions, and find the destination and the source. Once we do that, we can shut them down - hard."
Lynesia tapped her cheek in thought as she let out a soft sigh. "Alright.. what do you require me to do? I doubt I could go in disguise as some slave following you around again," she said to him in an amused tone. She debated getting food, but instead, she just laid back in bed and closed her eyes. "Just tell me what to do, beloved."
"I was thinking that perhaps you might watch the docks at Jerod's landing from the other side of the river, while I sell the Defias a few small kegs of Azerite grenades I ... liberated from the Ashvane docks in Boralus. I was thinking that if they are smuggling arms through the Landing, that the crate I sell them will end up on it, and we can follow the shipment downstream and see where it goes, and then track it upstream to see if we can find the source" Jon wanted to smash the whole route and pull this particular fang from the Defias viper.
"Maybe Phred could make a tracker that is undetectable to anyone but us," Lynesia spoke softly. "I could be on the other side of the operation and once I make a map of the areas and with enough time so they couldn't trace it back to Stavros." She rubbed her face. "This.. mind link is making me nervous. When can we meet up?" she asked, her tone a bit worrisome.
"Why don't you explain what you want to Phred - I bet you she'll make whatever you ask because she "adores* you, not because you trade her refugee recovery operations in Gnomeregan..." Jon chuckled. "We can meet in Goldshire, where the Darkmoon Faire usually sets up their portal?"
"...I haven't seen Phred in a while. W-Would she recognize me?" She sounded a bit anxious.
"Querida..." Jon said, using the Kul Tiras endearment. "She knows you, and although you wear leathers and carry a blade instead of soft robes and a book, she will welcome you... she may not ever let you leave again, for fear of losing you again, but she will rejoice that you have returned from the Void." Jon snorted. "Sometimes I think she likes you more than she likes me!"
"...I seriously doubt that. Sometimes I think she is in love with you," she admitted before finishing getting ready. "I'll meet you in an hour at Goldshire then?" She cleared her throat.
"In Goldshire in an hour "Jon confirmed.
Jon Chess used the telepathic link that Lynesia had long ago established with her magic to contact her. "Querida... I have a mission to go and locate a smuggling route through the Elwynn Forest that the Defias Brotherhood is using to assemble war materials for use in Westfall, and destroy it. Would you be interested in joining me? We can meet for dinner, perhaps, and discuss how to proceed?"
Lynesia blinked and sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. "Jonny?" she murmured aloud before standing and wondering over to pick up a cup of hot tea. "Jon?" she responded through the telepathic link. "I am surprised anyone wants to overtake Westfall... it is such a down and out area. Sure I'll help you. What do you need?"
"Finding a smuggling route through the Elwynn is like finding a needle in a haystack - the Defias Brotherhood are as thick as fleas on a mangy dog," Jon replied. "I am going to become Stavros DarKoven again - Stavros has done some business with the Defias before," Jon informed Lynesia. "Maybe I can get a lead on the route from the Dockmaster at Jerod's Landing... that place is where the Defias distribute food and ale to their brethren. If we can find one of the links, maybe we can follow the chains in both directions, and find the destination and the source. Once we do that, we can shut them down - hard."
Lynesia tapped her cheek in thought as she let out a soft sigh. "Alright.. what do you require me to do? I doubt I could go in disguise as some slave following you around again," she said to him in an amused tone. She debated getting food, but instead, she just laid back in bed and closed her eyes. "Just tell me what to do, beloved."
"I was thinking that perhaps you might watch the docks at Jerod's landing from the other side of the river, while I sell the Defias a few small kegs of Azerite grenades I ... liberated from the Ashvane docks in Boralus. I was thinking that if they are smuggling arms through the Landing, that the crate I sell them will end up on it, and we can follow the shipment downstream and see where it goes, and then track it upstream to see if we can find the source" Jon wanted to smash the whole route and pull this particular fang from the Defias viper.
"Maybe Phred could make a tracker that is undetectable to anyone but us," Lynesia spoke softly. "I could be on the other side of the operation and once I make a map of the areas and with enough time so they couldn't trace it back to Stavros." She rubbed her face. "This.. mind link is making me nervous. When can we meet up?" she asked, her tone a bit worrisome.
"Why don't you explain what you want to Phred - I bet you she'll make whatever you ask because she "adores* you, not because you trade her refugee recovery operations in Gnomeregan..." Jon chuckled. "We can meet in Goldshire, where the Darkmoon Faire usually sets up their portal?"
"...I haven't seen Phred in a while. W-Would she recognize me?" She sounded a bit anxious.
"Querida..." Jon said, using the Kul Tiras endearment. "She knows you, and although you wear leathers and carry a blade instead of soft robes and a book, she will welcome you... she may not ever let you leave again, for fear of losing you again, but she will rejoice that you have returned from the Void." Jon snorted. "Sometimes I think she likes you more than she likes me!"
"...I seriously doubt that. Sometimes I think she is in love with you," she admitted before finishing getting ready. "I'll meet you in an hour at Goldshire then?" She cleared her throat.
"In Goldshire in an hour "Jon confirmed.
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