When she stumbled upon the emissary from the AAMS, Sprocketeer knew what she had to do. Diplomacy, the word did not sit well on her tongue but she was oath bound and would not be called oath breaker.
"Oi Gnomie!" She spied one of the AAMS.
Derscha responded, " Yes?"
"You wear the tabard of those messengers, you can pass on a message for me can you not?"
"Certainly I can!"
"Even to those on the other side?"
Derscha grins. "When we say 'Anywhere', we mean it!"
Sprocketeer nodded, and fixed her with an appraising look, "And it will remain confidential?"
"Our business would suffer greatly if we didn't know how to keep a secret."
"Sometimes I don't even know what I'm sending!" Derscha giggles.
" Very well then. Are you ready to take down the note?"
Derscha pulls out her notebook. "Always."
She began tentatively, " I am unsure if the intended is the right one but my reports indicate that it is, so should the recipient be ignorant of the events and or lack understanding the message I need to know."
"From The Sprocketeer, Seeker of Conclave to one tall one, a blood elf, I believe by the name of Arothand, either way he bore the tabard of the Razortalons. So if not him then some blood elf of note we both know, that like cogs they all look the same."
Derscha begins jotting notes.
Sprocketeer spoke in an official manor, an oddity for the gnome. " I appreciate your hospitality and call to action while we searched within the fallen city of Lordaeron for documents lost, and would extend the courtesy to you to ensure that we are better able to accomplish our goals," she looked up to see Derscha continuing her notes.
"Our quarrel is neither with you nor with the Horde, we are seeking some documents lost within the depths of the great city that once belonged to the House of Anoron and the House of Lawson. Any aid in relocating these documents would prevent any further perceived trespass.
" I wish to be notified at once upon the delivery of the message and any response... what is the cost of such a thing?"
Derscha looked hesitant, "Hmm, cross-faction message, plus receipt tracking... A couple of gold ought to cover that."
"It is of great urgency."
The Gnome woman looked down at her companion Clucky, the mechanical chicken, "We need to find that Rabbit of Auchtin and it's owner, we have use of them." The chicken only clucked.