Fortunately, being a Goblin, she found herself often overlooked. A Goblin with a sack of Gold-knows-what under her feet whilst sitting in a bar wasn't particularly unusual. She had a contingency plan for being searched, of course, but she didn't expect to be. And did it really matter if she was caught? Would the Kor'kon see the significance? Or was the message too vague? Her compatriots didn't seem to think so. Only one way to find out.
"Hey, little one! I almost miss ju sittin dere. I be closin, Goblin. You de last one heah an I got my own drinkin ta do. Out." Gravy's usual cheer was absent too. She couldn't blame him. She'd been sitting there long enough to see what he'd been dealing with lately. Not an easy business for a Darkspear to keep up in Garrosh's Orgrimmar.
Nodding, Tezsla slid a few extra gold onto the table as she stood. Fingerless gloves made counting coin without glancing down simple and the method was second nature. She spared what she could. 'I should be able to tip more than this', she thought sourly. The young Shaman had been so full of grand ideas, profitable inventions she was sure she could get up and running harnessing lightning and wind... But life is what happens when you make other plans. She tipped her hat respectfully and hefted the pack over her shoulder with a grunt as she padded out the door.
Making a point of not making eye contact with the drunken grunts standing outside she moved slowly hoping the sweat beading on her brow was hidden by the brim of her hat and that she didn't look as jittery as she felt. She wasn't a rogue. No trained pickpocket or assassin accustomed to skulking through the shadows. It felt like an eternity just walking to the Drag, let alone through the dark gaping valley. It was all she could do not to jump out of her skin as a night insect buzzed past her nose. She swatted at it and swore under her breath. The whole city felt both too well lit and too dark than she’d hoped for.
She ducked behind a building to pull a pair of workman’s overalls up over her regular clothes and shoved her wide-brimmed hat into the sack. Tezsla snapped a loaded tool belt around her waist then, expression grim, pulled one of those big floppy red Winter’s Veil hats that virtually everyone had been wearing lately on over her short teal hair.
Time to do this.
The trick was picking visible places between the usual Kor’kon grunt rounds. Her first target was the lifts. It was a nice big visible space that most everyone saw every day. She walked up like she belonged there and pulled a small contraption out of her bag, turning the crank. It seemed to take forever.
“Hey, Goblin, what you doin?” The sound of an Orc behind her made her hair stand on end and her heart pound in her chest. He’d come out of nowhere. But she’d been a weather girl on a small radio station back home. And in Kezan, that meant sounding calm and cheerful in the basket of a weather balloon that was being tossed around like a ragdoll over bad traffic. She could do this.
“There’s a crack in tha metal, pal. Can’t be too careful wit these lifts! Gonna just patch it up a bit heah. Wanna keep tha fatality rate lowah than tha one in Undahcity, ya know. See, first, what I’m gonna do is take some iron rivits and use oxyacetylene welding to make sure tha-“
His eyes glazed over before she even got started. The Orc grunted and waved a hand dismissively even as he walked away. She watched him out of the corner of her eye then looked around again to make double sure the coast was clear now. It looked good.
It’d be fast and she’d practiced out in the empty canyons. Bucket of paint in one hand, rolled up cutout in the other, and paintbrush in her teeth, she stepped onto the small square of metal and hit the release with the bottom of the bucket. She was launched into the air (silently, thank Gold she’d oiled the springs) and doused the stencil in red paint against the metal.
She didn’t waste time admiring her drippy handy-work. She grabbed up her stuff and beat feet on to the next location. Maybe it would be all for nothing but it was a start. It was something.
If nothing else, she’d have a chance to explain it later. At her own peril.
((This is a bit of a teaser/build up for the Orgrimmar Riots! January 5th starting around 6pm. Here’s the OOC planning thread for those interested in playing martyrs or oppressors! http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/7415461764?page=1 Course we’ll also need lots of innocent bystanders so feel free to take part! ))