A few days after his advertisements were posted in Stormwind Zanas returned to Booty Bay to check on some of his affairs. While visiting with some connections in the tavern the tavernkeep approached him and handed him an ebony and gold parchment. Nodding his thanks Zanas retreated to a private table to read it.
"To Miiiister Z,
My comrades and I are members of ze Cup and Blade Caravan: travelling troupe of merchants, zellzwords, and entertainers.
Ve are currently camped in ze Northern Lordaeron region; however, ve 'ave plans of traversin' as far east as ze ancient Quel'Dorei lands.
Is zhere any vay you can acquire us safe passage and a place of refuge vithin zhis predominantly Horde territory? I vill personally compensate you based on ze quality of service, amenities, and information you can provide. Additionally, since ve hope to conduct business among zertain individuals in ze Horde, if you can put in good vord to zhose who might be iiinterested in our vares, zhat also vould be greatly appreciated.
In time bein', I am vould able to meet you in your office in ze goblin port town if you vish to discuss tiiings privately and in person.
Arcana guide your path.
- Tuuroto the Starseer
Cup and Blade Caravan"
Zanas blinked at the letter a few times as his mind attempted to process what he was seeing. Keeping his eyes on the parchment he dropped a hand to his belt and pulled one of his advertisements from a pouch. Glancing over he read his advertisement trying to discover where he possibly could have gone wrong.
It was a short read. "Problems solved. Items relocated. Pests eradicated." The operative phrase being "problems solved."
Zanas let his head hit the table with a soft thud. "I am such an idiot."
Righting himself he leaned back in his chair and ran through the problem.
First off this was not what he was advertising. It should've been obvious. However there was nothing to do about that at the moment.
Second off fixing this person's problem would only lend credence to his name as someone capable of actually taking care of problems. If this person truly did run a caravan it meant he was nomadic and if given good service could easily spread his name as someone to deal with issues. Hopefully other people were able to more readily read between the lines. The last thing he was looking to become was some sort of ambassador.
With a resigned sigh he picked up a roll of parchment and his ink set and set out to write a reply indicating he was willing to look into this person's problem with the caveat of requiring a face to face meet.
A day or two later.
Zanas had found his way to some sort of revelry in Darnassus. His means of entering the city were less than approved, but when entering a city of people that didn't like you you had to make do.
He personally was not a fan of Darnassus or of kaldorei for that matter but this was a chance to interact more with potential Alliance clientele -- something he desperately needed.
Zanas was interrupted in his observations of the gathered Alliance when the face of a draenei forced it's way into his mind followed by a message from that Tuuroto whom had contacted him earlier.
As it happened the client was present and desired to speak with him.
It also turned out that the client -was- a draenei. "You've got to be kidding me...", Zanas muttered to himself.
As Tuuroto prattled on about whom he was and what he was seeking Zanas was overcome by the sensation of slowly sinking. This client was a mudtrap and he was the fool that stepped into it. Acquire safe passage into the elven heartland for a draenei? Sure! Let me just place my head on the headsmen's block as well while I'm at it!
The draenei had grown quiet and Zanas realized he was waiting for a response. He allowed the silence to draw out a bit as he tried to piece together some semblance of an idea.
He could lie and say he had a plan and try to sell the caravan to The Grim, but he wasn't sure The Grim would actually pay him and he did need the gold. That and if anyone survived the encounter or The Grim had loose lips his reputation would be irrevocably sullied. That was a solid no.
Alternatively he had heard rumor of a organization within the Horde that sought peace with the Alliance and furthermore was headed by a Sin'dorei. Perhaps Sanctuary could work something out? Additionally while he wasn't on any degree of friendly terms with his father he could try and lean on some family contacts. If they still survived. Or owed his father favors. Or if his father was even worth any favors anymore.
Satisfied that he had a viable starting point he turned to speak to the pale draenei.
Before he could speak his left eye twitched as recalled something from the note.
"You mentioned sellswords?"
The draenei was more than happy to point out his most prized sellsword -- another draenei.
This was fantastic. Secure safe passage for draenic sellswords in the elven heartland.
Zanas did not like the contract. But he needed the gold. With no other option readily available he put on a front and accepted the draenei's request.
At least it would be interesting. If he wasn't murdered. Or hung. He really hoped they didn't still hang people in Silvermoon. It seemed so mundane.