Elcombe looked around the cabin as he kicked his feet up. So this was it? This is what it’s like to be “retired?” No more battle, no more fighting. As a favour to his King’s army he had infiltrated the Twilight Cultists and determined their pathetic plot. It was laughable in so many ways. His former guildmaster, the Night Elf Siori, had even warned him that would be the case. Funny thing is, your duty is your duty regardless of your own thoughts.
That is, it is your duty until you’ve served it. Elcombe had made arrangements. He had put everything in place, like a ringer who fools you into believing they’re talentless. Elcombe took various measures to see to it when the time was right, he would be gone. The only task he couldn’t count on going perfectly was the final teleport. If Lady Jaina was in Theramore Isle, she would have sensed him he was sure. More importantly, the last time he teleported into the tower, he landed on the dinner table mid-meal.
But that was a few years ago. This time, he knew where he was teleporting to. He just didn’t know when. But then it happened. There was crying in the streets, suddenly it was as if the elements themselves were uprising. Chaos everywhere. Immediately, any Mage in Stormwind was to create a portal to safety for the citizens of the city. He did save lives that day. But the most important one was his own. Amidst everything he said the words and in the blink of an eye was in the Mage’s Tower in Theramore.
He could hear the classes going on, both the arcane in the tower and the physical outside. He used that to his advantage and a quick blink spell had him amongst the stables. As he looked for signs of anyone, let alone someone who might recognize him, Elcombe found no one to return his glance. He pulled off his robe and placed it in the bag. Slipping on a Mageweave shirt he had tailored on that first day of planning, he dusted off the bit of hay on his pants and tied off his pack before walking into the street.
As he stepped off towards the docks, Elcombe noticed it wasn’t as quiet as he had first thought. It was merely there were many new faces on the Isle. Elcombe took in how the miniscule hustle and bustle of Theramore couldn’t have been more opposite than the chaos he had left moments ago. It was all the more reason he didn’t second guess the timing of his decision as he saw the pier he was headed for.
“Pardon me, but where’s this vessel headed?” he asked the sailor in front of him.
“Well, we were headed to Menethil of the Eastern Kingdoms. I was finally getting my leave of sea for a month, but noooooo….the Captain had to take another job. So, it’s up to Ratchet to grab a shipment that’s headed for Booty Bay. Maybe after that I’ll get my leave. I tell you…this delivery better be one hell of a payoff because….”
Elcombe had stopped listening by this point and was walking onto the ship with a few other people that had headed to the ship’s ramp. A Gnome was standing in front of the ramp, smiling and holding out his hand. One person walked away while another one placed some coin in the Gnome’s hand before it was Elcombe’s turn.
“I trust this means you’re taking passengers?”
The Gnome turned to Elcombe “Howdy. Indeed we are. Unfortunately, there’s only four extra cabins and two are already taken. So, supply and demand says for the last two it’s ten gold to Ratchet and twenty-five to Booty Bay. ”
Elcombe sized up the Gnome with a slight grin. “Supply and demand eh? I like it. Ten gold it is then.” Elcombe paid his fair and once upon the ship another sailor had brought him to the very cabin he now found himself in.
“Ratchet will be perfect. The goblins won’t bother as long as I pay my bills and with the ships coming and going it shouldn’t be hard to find some interested folk. I’m sure the goblins would even take some of my gold to spread the word on my behalf.” Elcombe laughed at the thought. But then the laughter faded. He sat back and looked out the open porthole of the sea. He saw Theramore fade from view and then reached into his pack and removed his robes once more. Holding it out the window, he cast a quick spell and watched the robes ignite and then fall from his hands as nothing more than ash when it hit the open waters. He then walked back over to the bed and his pack. It had been pre-packed for nearly three months. A second change of clothes, his tailoring designs, bank notes, and the first bounty contracts he had acquired.