It was a busy evening, the sound of excitement filled the air. Silas skipped along, watching the spectacle alone for the first time in awhile.
“Silas Darkmoon!” came a growl from behind him, Silas turned to see a worgen male turning from the prize booths, holding what appeared to be a massive amount of Darkmoon Tickets. The worgen stormed up to him and dropped the tickets at his feet, Silas mused that it must have been thousands of them. “I was told you have no more rewards for me to get, what am I going to do with all these blasted tickets!?”
Silas reached over and picked a grouping of the tickets from the pile, taking a second to stare at each one on the line. “Impressive work. You must be our most dedicated player.” He said as he looked up, his eyes seeming to peer beyond the worgen. “I… huh…” the worgen tried to continue, but he felt a sudden deep unease.
“Come with me, for all these tickets, I can give you a sneak peek at something I have been working on.” he said, waving for the worgen to follow. He walked him down the path towards the zoo, greeting every carnie he passed with an affectionate nod. The worgen remained silent, the unease of the gnomes glare still penetrating his mind.
They stopped at the pens, most still filled with animals but one seemed empty. The worgen sniffed the air, a familiar perfume filling his nostrils. Silas leaned on the fence, his hand still holding the stray strand of tickets, “Ah it seems you already smell her…” he said with a coy smile. The worgen was confused, “Azshara… from my time in the past, but that is impossible…”
“Nothing is impossible with my faire, worgen.” he said, knocking on the fence a little tune. A nearby cage suddenly opened and out came a few carnies holding a soft skinned figure, her white gown glowing in the moonlight, “Unhand me this instant! You savages!”
The worgen’s jaw dropped, “How…” was all he could say before Silas once again looked up and beyond him, “Actually, it’s better if I don’t ask.”
Silas nodded his agreement, and whistled as the carnies tied the elven queen to a haybale in the pen, “I know about all the desires of my guests, but you had a rather unique one.” Silas said, once again looking down at his tickets, “I think these tickets for some time with the queen here is a fair trade, as long as you let the other guests get a glimpse. What you say? We got a deal?”
The worgen looked on with hunger, his eyes peering at the woman he so desired as he reached for the buckles on his armor. “I love this place… you got a deal!”