PART SIX- TRADE DISTRICT
The troop of children marched back across the canals into into the Trade District, making their way towards the gate leading out of Stormwind and into Elwynn Forest.
Hotsndots was watching the little night elf boy, Stabstuff, hiccupping and weaving back and forth through the gang of would-be-heroes. The worgen druid pup leaned over to whisper to Tagolaria.
“Is he alright?”
Tagolaria snickered.
“Stabs REALLY likes his potions…”
Stabstuff crashed into Surei, throwing an arm around the little raven-haired girl’s neck and speaking far louder than he meant to.
“You can ask me anything… HIC!”
Braxte sidled up to the rogue from the other side with a wicked smile.
“Anything…?”
As they passed the district auction house, a rather large night elf boy lumbered up and stopped in front of the group, bringing them to a sudden halt.
He glared at the four members that had formerly belong to their own club.
“Where are you guys going? How come you didn’t invite me?”
“You weren’t here, Ferralcat!” Amaterasu defended. “We can’t invite you along if you’re not here!”
The druid pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well, I’m here now and I wanna go. Where are you guys going?”
“We are going to answer a call for aid. We are going to be Heroes of Azeroth!” McJudgin answered proudly.
“Well, I’m coming with you!” the tall night elf boy exclaimed.
Specialkidd shifted into cat form, pawing at the druid.
“Worth! You can be our feral druid!”
“I’m balance,” Ferralcat growled.
“But… your name is Ferralcat…?” Hotsndots stammered.
“By the Light, you guys… did you just assume his specialization?!” McJudgin admonished.
“Can I go home?” Surei whispered.
“Nope,” the small raid leader answered, sidestepping the hulking druid boy.
“Come, Ferralcat the Balance Druid! Glory awaits us all!”