Hot Pie

"Mmm..." She trailed the markings of cum idly with thick fingers, looking up at him. "Excellent work there. You seem as skilled with yer cock as ye are with yer axe, love."

It took his sex-addled mind a moment to register that particular comment, and the implications of it. "What do ye know of me axework, woman?" He demanded, now frowning down at the naked dwarf occupying the hired house's table.

"Oh...nothin much. Just hearsay and stories, ye know." She stood, wiping the seed from her chest and shamelessly licked her fingers clean.

He had heard that some women -- some whores -- would do such things, yet he had never thought to see a dwarf do it. Thorian blinked when she began quickly donning her dress, tying the garment snugly and retrieving her basket.

"What about yer clothes, woman?" He asked her, indicating the pile of clothes still to be washed.

"I'll be back" She informed him and grinned, indicating her wet dress. "I'll need te change me clothes."

"I have a visitor coming. Ye have to be out by then, ye hear?" He reminded her. Regardless of how good she was in bed, or how....fun a companion she was, he was not about to forget business because of it.

"Don't ye worry about yer visitor, warrior." She shot him a grin wide enough two show both rows of white teeth. "I'm sure he'll be here soon enough."

He was still wondering if she had meant anything by that when she closed the door and left him standing there. Grumbling, he fetched his discarded clothing -- as well as the armour -- and donned both. Usually it took more time to put it on then it did to discard it.

Still, the episode had made him more then content and he retrieved his wooden pipe from his backpack. He still had some fine-quality Tobacco from the south, leaves he stuffed into the instrument and lit it with a smoking firestick set fire to in the hearth. Within minutes, he was sitting down in the chair, puffing contentedly and enjoying the sweet aroma.

A knock on the door disturbed him.

"Bloody ye...Coming!" He called the last part loud enough to be heard outside.

When he opened the door, he looked at the robe-clad human expectantly. The man's clothing was adorned with stripes and patterns, and his belt held a dagger as well as a tome strapped to either side of the garment.

"Thorian Tarhammer?" The man asked expectantly.

Finally the contact was there. He was not alone, however. When he bid the human -- a mage clearly, or some kind of spellcaster -- to enter, a night elf and a gnome followed. And...Thorian frowned at first at the dwarf clad in purest white, a headdress that marked her as clearly a priest as the medallion around her neck did.

His eyes widened when he realized that it was the same dwarf he had fucked not thirty minutes past. She gave him the quickest look-over, then looked elsewhere as though she wasn't that interested.

He shook the man's hand numbly when the mage extended it, his large hand swallowing the unbearded spellcasters almost whole.

"We are the Glorious Goldshields. It was we who contacted you, through an intermediate. We have had you researched, to make certain that....you are who you claim to be."

That made sense. Thorian nodded curtly. One could not be too safe these days. Twilight's hammer, Dark iron, Demon-allies -- there were all manner of spawn about. Was that why the woman had done as she had?

"Ye said ye need me services, ye did." He reminded the human, hoping to quickly get the gist of the situation. And what exactly the lass game had been.

"We do." The mage said slowly. "Our comrade, Serial Stormbirthed, perished less then a moon's turn ago, and our glorious company is short one member. We have been looking to replace him since, but all prospects thus far have been....lacking." The human chose his words with care.

Thorian eyed them one by one. A human, a night elf, a dwarf and a gnome. Neither of them seemed inexperienced. All of their eyes held the grimness of those who had seen battle and worse -- even the dwarf's did, now that he saw her with proper clothes and not on her knees or trying to serve him thrice-cursed pies!

The human mage saw his glance. "I have the honour of introducing Tharessa Featherfall, Huntress of Ashenvale." The night elf clad in leathers, shouldering a bow, took a step forward and gave a formal greeting and a bow. Her eyes glowed and she seemed serene to the bone. The gaze she ran over him seemed to look for flaws.

"This is Toshen Cogspin." The human continued, and the gnome grinned through a small, pointed moustache. Several daggers hung from his belt and a small pack clinked with glass against glass when he reached forward to take his hand. A gnome -- close kin, in a way, and rogue he quickly deduced.

"And this lovely lady is High Priestess Teirna Ironstout."

He had to remember all of his iron-hard training not to recoil and fall like a brick of iron shoved to the floor by a titan. Everyone in Ironforge knew of the Ironstout family -- all of the members took great pride and devotion in their service to the light and their prowess in battle.

She was an Ironstout? She had been selling pies and fu-!

He cleared his throat. Then he cleared it again. "Ah...eh, Lovely to meet ye, milady Ironstout." He gave a respectful bow of his head.

"Oh please, lad." The title was a mockery of when he had called her lass, he knew almost instantly. He didn't think anyone else noticed however. "It's Teirna, to me friends and comrades." Her voice held a lilting, noble quality it had not before.

"And I am Gragor of house Marbrend. Of Stormwind." The human finished the introductions. "We would have been here sooner -- and together -- but Teirna insisted that she first approached you to make certain you..." He gave the dwarven priestess a quick glance "..were a devout and true Dwarf, worthy of accepting into our noble companionship." He sounded as though reciting something.

Thorian stared at the woman, but she didn't even crack a smile or a giggle. Instead she said sombrely "Aye. I did at that. It pleases me to say that he upholds the values of our forefathers well. I have no objection to him." She tossed down the alabaster-white hood, smiling at him and casting her fiery-red hair that had fell over her face back over her shoulder with a move of the head. Her eyes did sparkle a little now.

"Excellent. Then....we have decided that we will invite you for an evening, to drink and eat and talk of this. 'Tis not an easy decision to make, we realize. The Hearth has some of the finest boar in the city, and we have hired a private dining room."

He nodded mutely. Whether or not he wanted to join was not what was in his head at the moment. When they left the house and he closed and locked the door, he walked beside the other dwarf -- Teirna -- for a while.

"What...why....Yer an Ironstout!" He said at last when he was certain no one else could hear.

"Aye, I am." She said calmly and shot him a sombre look.

He wasn't sure whether she was close to laughing, but it sure seemed that way to him.

"What were ye thinkin!" He hissed, trying to be quiet and inconspicuous.

"To see what kind of dwarf ye are." She said, her face finally cracking a smile. A small one. "I like what I saw. What I" her voice went even more quiet. "felt."

He glared at her and shifted the weight of his axe on his back.

Well, perhaps he would join them after all.

Teirna shot him a smile.