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Varendil Goes to the Storeby Taylor VincentWith a few gentle words, Varendil eased Araznormu down to the landing of Dalaran. Dismounting, the blood elf patted the bronze drake on the neck in a wayhe hoped didn’t come across as condescending. “I’m sure you have things to get to. Though you have all the time in the world to get to them. In any case, be back intwo hours?” The drake nodded silently and launched himself back up into the sky, turningand heading southeast. Varendil turned as well and jogged down into the streets of Dalaran.It was midmorning in central Northrend, and business was picking up.Varendil meandered northwest, then southwest in order to arrive at his firstdestination, the Sisters Sorcerous, where he bought the candles he needed for somespells.Rather than one of the Moorehead sisters that normally manned the shop,today he found a barely-postpubescent human youth. The youth stood, fixed, like he was frozen in terror behind the counter.Varendil stared at him, and the kid’s pimples stared back. The blood elf stared back,and didn’t like them.“Forty devout candles, please,” he said neutrally.“Um. Yeah. Devout candles.” He turned and looked at the shelves behind him.“Those are...” The sin’dorei sighed. “The big ones on the top shelf to your right, if youwould?” The human gathered two trays of twenty each and set them on the counterbefore his customer. “Would you like them lit?”
 
Page| 2“Would I—Lit? Really? Yeah, let them burn up before I get a chance to usethem. Great policy.” The youth flinched back as if he was about to be punched, then slowlyreturned to his normal terror stance. “Right. Candles. That comes to… Eight gold?”“Seven gold sixty silver,” the elf corrected, his body beginning to slump as hispatience deflated. A druid had arrived and was lined up behind the priest, and heheard two shamans talking outside, one expressing a need for ankhs.“Um. S-sir? I did the math, and…” the human started to say, trailing off beneath the gaze of the priest.“Your bosses don’t charge me full price,” the elf quietly informed him. The youth straightened. “Why?”“Because I’m awesome,” the priest said condescendingly. “Does it matter?Five percent off.” The clerk shook slightly and took the smaller amount offered from the priest,who stepped aside so that the druid could move to the counter.“You’re a young, strapping human,” the elf lied. “Why aren’t you outdefending the Alliance?”“Twenty flintweed seeds,” the elven druid said.“Well, my aunts need someone to work the shop when they’re not here,” thehuman offered as he searched beneath the counter for the seeds. “And I’m notreally a fighter.”Varendil’s thoughts went back to his own youth. He’d taken the ways of theLight specifically because it seemed like a vocation that would avoid combat. That hadn’t worked out.
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