"So mon, any idea where joo gonna get all tat khorium? Let alone find ah way ta...'haness tha primal might of tha outlands'"? Her troll roommate, Zobo, was reading the scroll for the blade while Beriga was packing her belongings. He outright laughed at the materials needed to make it. Beriga raised an eyebrow at him which he stifled his laugh immediately. "Ah, sorry Ber." Smiling, she shrugged at his previous question. "I'm not really sure, I would have to find a way to the outlands first. Any ideas?" The troll rolled the scroll back up and handed it back to Beriga. "I might have a way. My ol' sistah practices tha arts of arcane, I'm sure she could help joo if ya ask nicely. You be findin her at tha Valley of Spirits, jus ask for Enya." Thanking her troll friend, she grabbed her weapon and shield and took off toward the other side of Orgrimmar.
Reaching the valley of spirits, she was immediately greeted upon entering the giant wooden building. Most of the students here were trolls, but there were also blood elves and undead although outnumbered. "Greetings mon, what brings you to our school of the arcane?" Beriga explained her problem and asked for a troll named Enya which the troll greeter's eyes brightened. "Ya I kno her, you'll find her up the stairs right behind me." Walking up the flimsy creaking wooden steps she met Enya, garbed in cloth covered in different small trinkets, most likely something to do with their 'voodoo'.
Opening her eyes, she eyed Beriga. "Ey how joo doin mon? So Zobo my little brotha send ya?" Beriga nodded slightly surprised how she knew what she was here for. "Yes, I was hoping you could assist me in a portal to the outlands." Brushing her robes a bit, she nodded at the tauren. "Ja, I can do tat for joo. Though I must warn ya. Outlands isn't for tha faint of heart, but I can sense no matter what I say you will go anyway? Very well." Turning toward the middle of the room, her hands burst into arcane energy as she began opening the portal. "Don't mind tha sense of vertigo mon, It be normal." The portal opened with a loud swoosh and she back off. "Good luck Beriga, ur gonna need it."
Warily entering the portal, she felt the vertigo the troll mentioned and immediately felt ground back under her hooves. Feeling a bit dizzy, she took her time looking at her surroundings. She was in a giant dome building made of what looked like stone. People were everywhere going about their business, but what caught her eye was the giant being of light in the middle of the room. It's body was made of different pieces that floated together forming a rough form of a body. The movements of those pieces released calming chimes throughout the room.
Walking slowly toward the being, she heard the chimes ringing in her head as well. "Welcome to Shattrath, tauren. May you find safety within these walls." Before Beriga could ask the being why she was here, he chimed once me in her mind. "I know you seek the materials to make the powerful sword known as Lionheart. There is a certain ethereal trader in the lower city who could use some assistance, and make your quest much easier. Earn his trust Beriga, May the light watch over you."
Still stunned at what the being was telling her, she silently walked away and left the main domed building in search of this ethereal. Reaching the lower city she came across a small group of strange energy beings wrapped in cloth, they had a humanoid appearance to them as if the cloth contained their life force. Asking timidly, "Excuse me, I was told a certain ethereal could use assistance?" They 'looked' her direction for a moment at silently pointed at a lone ethereal rummaging through some wooden boxes.
Slowly walking up to the lone ethereal she let out a awkward hello, "Greetings...uh, friend." Not really sure the proper way to greet the race, it seemed to work anyway. Still rummaging through the boxes he reponded, "Ah, hello tauren. Is there something I can help you with?" Beiga put her hands on her hips. "I was told you could use some assistance with something." Quickly responding as if excited he shut the box and took a step toward Beriga. "Why, yes actually. You see those three good-for-nothing waste of wrapping? They are actually my business partners...horrible ones at that might I add."
"So you want me to get rough with them?" Beriga quirked an eyebrow at the comparatively short ethereal. "No no, nothing like that. You see, we get orders from buyers for certain items, we retrieve said items and get paid handsomely. The problem is, we're not fighters; we're traders. See that ogre inside that inn?" Beriga spotted the obvious giant form in the building. Who was also obviously very drunk as he was yelling and the way he swayed just from turning his head. "You want me to deal with him?"
"It's not him we want, its the trinket he stole from us and kept for himself. Without that trinket we cant finish this order and our bottom line can go dive in the the nether! We will...I will gladly make it worth the trouble." Beriga thought for a moment and pulled out the scroll for the sword and the materials needed. "Can you get me the materials listed on here?" Handing the scroll to the ethereal he quickly scanned through it. "That's all? I'll have it ready for you tomorrow if you quickly dispose of that ogre right now!" Handing back the scroll, beriga agreed to retrieve this small trinket.
Sitting onto one of the stools in the inn, she was greeted by the barkeep who was a draenei. "Ah, hello tauren. Dont get many of you around here. Is there something I can get you?" Beriga half ignored him as he was looking at the ogre. Turning back at the barkeep, she asked him about the drunkard. "Oh, him. His name is Raliq..." Immediately the ogre turned toward the barkeep and eyed him for a moment. "And, d-don't you foreget it!" He turned back around and chugged down another drink, letting out a loud belch.
The draenei across the table sighed. Talking in a more hushed tone so the ogre doesn't hear him, "I just wish he was gone, he's not helping our business at all." Beriga had no idea how to take on a enemy so...large. "Any ideas how to?" The draenei's eyes brightened. Still speaking quietly, "See those guards over there, they kick people out if fights start out anywhere in shattrath. If you can somehow force the ogre to get into a brawl with you, they should take care of the rest."
"That shouldn't be hard...minus the getting punched in the face by a ogre that's thrice my size." Walking beside the ogre, Beriga immediately got his attention. "Wut you want, cow?!" Beriga thought of a good taunt to bring up. Judging by how drunk the ogre was, she could say a compliment and he would probably get angry. "Cow? I'm sure your heifer of a mother couldn't conceive until that gronn helped her out!"
The taunt worked like it intended to, he went into a rage as he stood up. "D-dun you talk about her dat way!" Beriga immediately pulled out her shield as the first fist flew at her, which she bounced off her shield. The imbalance from the shield redirecting the ogre's attack, sent him fumbling across the inn and plummet his face into the flooring with a loud crack. "The guards outside responded from the loud crack of skull against wood. "Who started this brawl?!" The innkeep pointed toward the drunk ogre who was stumbling to get back up. "Again Raliq? I thought we told you to leave the other customers alone." The ogre ignored that guards and started attacking Bringing her shield up, she put all of her weight into slamming it against the ogre, knocking him backwards onto the floor again. "Oof!"
Ordering the tauren to stand down, she put her shield back on her back. The ogre wasn't moving, walking beside him, he must've went unconcious from his head hitting the floor again. Spotting the strange trinket around his neck the ethereal described she snatched it before the guards carried him away. The barkeep was grinning widely at Beriga. "Finally, with him gone customers wont be so scared of coming here. We owe you big time, and maybe a drink?" Turning down the drink, she waved goodbye to the draenei and met with the ethereal trader again.
"Here's your strange trinket, you better not back down on your promise." The ethereal was busily eyeing the trinket given to him. "Dont be silly, we ethereal respect our business with others, especially ones who do good work! A deal is a deal, meet back here tomorrow for the materials." Slightly relieved and excited, he bowed before him and went to get some rest back at the inn.