The Ledgerdemain Lounge, Dalaran
It was early morning and the Violet city of magic was slowly waking up, while those who had laboured through the night slowly retired to their private quarters. Within the neutral inn in the northern quarter of Runeweaver Square, a certain Destruction warlock stirred from her deep sleep. Her easy awakening was shattered when something small and black streaked into the bedroom and pounced onto Andais Lu’s stomach “Meow! Meow! Meow!” Andais’ hazel eyes shot open alarmed and looked straight to her belly.
Staring at her and shaking her quickly out of her slumber was the Inn’s resident cat, Sunny. None of the guests or the two Innkeepers knew who Sunny belong to but it had taken a liking to the warlock, it has surprised the onlookers for normally no animal unless one of magic abilities would dare venture near a caster of Fel magic. “Sunny! I was waking up, you didn’t need to pounce” Andais groaned in dismay as she rolled to her side pushing the black kitten off her body. It landed on the rug and looked up at her, its long tail swishing maniacally in the air. Andais stared at the feline and chuckled shaking her head, she was used to the antics of cats. She afterall still had her two battle pets ZenZen, an Arcane kitty and Skitty- a Fire elemental feline, they had decided to stay back on Draenor in the familiarity that was her garrison.
Rather than settle inside her order hall on the once Legion controlled Dreadscar Rift, Andais had taken up residence inside the neutral inn. The idea of succubi watching over her when she slept on the lavish bedspreads inside the warlock order hall creeped her out and the Alliance hall of Greyfang enclave was constantly shoving Alliance propoganda in her face and to not make friends within the Horde.
Andais had opposed against this, while she worked in Dreadscar, she had made friends on the Horde side and not just from the Black Harvest council who bowed to her as their Netherlord. She had two close acquaintances, Zivaa Frosten an Undead female specialising in Affliction and Leithen Flamesong a male Blood elf demonologist, together they worked to achieve greatest for their council as well as to educate the new warlocks. Even with her colleagues, Andais still felt queasy with all the fel magic burning through her veins that were emphasised whenever she passed through the portal, it was easier to be normal on the floating city of Dalaran.
Changing into her Meteor chaser’s raiment and lifting the Scepter of Sargeras off the side table and placing it across her back, the artifact felt heavier with each new spell she learned to control. Grabbing her new blink trigger headgun, they were to replace her former mech shades from Draenor, Andais Lu exitted the bedroom almost tripping over the excited Sunny, walking past the assistant inkeeper Afsaneh, Andais headed downstairs already she could smell the sweet treats being cooked and coffee being brewed.
Today she was taking a break from her usual assistance within Suramar and focusing on her new profession that she replaced Alchemy with, Inscription. The gnome known as Professor Pallin was a hard case to crack, he barely smiled or reacted unless you mentioned a certain steamy romance novel that he put together with his colleague back in Ironforge. He made sure the warlock studied her runes endlessly until she perfected each technique. Andais had stayed up inside the Scribe Sacellum opposite her inn until the later hours of night when she heard the guards change shift in the Underbelly.
Grabbing a Kafa kicker, a dark roated coffee from Kun-Lai summit given to her by the barista Mel Lynchen, Andais Lu took up one of the velvet chaises and unrolled her newly written scrolls. Scrutinising at her handiwork, Andais smacked her lips together and took a sip of the hot brew, she hoped Professor Pallin would approve.
To be continued…