Critter Collector

Cairienn fluffed out her hair and smiled at herself in the large mirror erected in her room. She'd used some of her savings to really jazz up her new place in Orgrimmar. She hadn't been terribly excited to leave Silvermoon (and who would be, considering the fashion and society found there), but the non-fake part of her actually had a sense of relief being here. She'd escaped Silvermoon society AND the Blood Knights. Now all she needed to worry about was not getting any promotions within Mistreavers.


According to Saeyira (and bless her poor big sister for taking care of all of them) she had little to worry about in that regard. Korouk had his own officers and people he'd already established within the ranks. Cairienn didn't have to pretend to be vapid and shallow if she didn't want to. Now if only she could remember who she was beyond that.

A sigh rolled across her lips as she examined her appearance in the mirror. One hand smoothed the silk gown she wore, and she shifted the fabric slightly, grimacing at the pale color. Yellow wouldn't do. Not in Orgrimmar. The streets had a grimy feel to them. She couldn't possibly take this out. It'd be ruined. She turned back to her chests of clothing, searching through them until she found a black dress with silver threading. "Perfect...no one will see the dirt stains," she muttered, though she paused a moment later. "Except dirt is brown and red...especially around here...UGH!" She dropped the dress back into her chest and rummaged some more. Eventually a red dress, short sleeved with orange and yellow tribal designs along the chest and hem, caught her eyes. She slid it on, tugging it into place and then returning to the mirror to fix her hair once more and examine the new outfit.

"Perfect!" She smiled at her reflection, twirling in place just to get full measure, and then she stopped, hands resting on her hips. Her clothing smelled a little odd. She frowned, lifting the edge of her dress collar to her nose and sniffing it.

The scent was faint, but there. Something off...a little different. She glanced at her chests and grimaced. "Ugh. Stupid goblins! Something leaked into my chests!" She snatched a perfume bottle from her vanity and spritzed it over herself, figuring that once she got out into the hubbub of the streets no one would notice anyway.

"I'll have to wash all of them," she muttered, a pained sigh escaping her as she glanced over her shoulder at the five chests stuffed with clothing. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. "Oh Light. What've I done to myself?"

She left the window open, spilling light into her room, and headed out the door and off down the stairs. She never worried much about thieves. Everything truly dear to her was either on her person or in her personal bank. Thieves could have the clothes, they could be replaced. So could her jewelry, her perfumes, her mirrors, and everything else that a thief may think they could get a little cash from.

People already flooded the streets, bustling to and from marketplace, hawking their wares, or just chatting with friends and meandering through the city. Orgrimmar felt busier than Silvermoon, and in many ways was. Silvermoon had escaped Deathwing's notice, but Orgrimmar had been rebuilt entirely.

Halfway to her destination, Cairienn paused, glancing over her shoulder. She frowned. A trail of mice scurried after, only eight or so, but just enough to catch her attention. "What in the world?" She watched them for a moment, and grimaced as they came ever closer to her, eventually coming right up to her feet. "Ewww!" She whined to no one in particular, quickly jumping back from the mice...they proceeded to rush right along after her, stopping just a foot or so away. Much to her horror, more critters were coming from all around, apparently attracted to her.

She glanced around wildly, eyes widening. "What in the HELL is happening here?" She spat out the words, grasping the skirt of her dress in one hand and drawing it away from the critters as though that would keep them away from her. A passing orc laughed at the sight, grinning as he watched her try to get away from them. They just kept appearing, too! It seemed as though she were attracting every critter within a fifty foot radius.

"It's not funny," she snapped, glaring daggers at the man, who simply continued to laugh. Huffing, she dropped her skirts from her grasp and turned, marching on toward her destination as though she couldn't see the critters swarming around her back. She lifted her chin, threw her shoulders back, and continued her walk through the city. The march collected more and more of the little critters, and more and more stares and laughter. "I feel like part of a parade," she muttered under her breath, "and it's the jester role."

She reached the building Korouk had laid claim to as a temporary "guild hall" of sorts, flinging the doors open and stepping inside, slamming the door shut before the multitude of critters could follow her in.

"Someone needs to help me. Please?" She practically cringed as she said that last word, moving away from the door to find someone to help her...but the guild hall was unusually empty today. "Just my luck...I'm going to have to go to Fetch about this, aren't I?" She stared at the ceiling as though imploring the Light for help.

"I'm going to end whoever did this. So help me, I will."