#how well everyone can work togethers and finish tasks quickly but throughly

[famouslysleepy]

i wont lie i forgot international women’s day was even a day today

this friday was just another husbandry day to me

[thegoldenguard]

Booty Bay, Stranglethorn Vale

Katyr hummed thoughtfully as he swirled his glass around in his hand. The amber liquid of the booze that they had been given by the 'interesting' barkeep that he had been introduced to another time. Thankfully the man and his woman had gone off to deal with other customers and things leaving the two elves to discuss their business in peace and private. "So, I'm glad you agreed since most of this is way out of my league. You know how I do things, I like simple." Katyr explained griping to Bel while sipping at the liquor. "So let's just start out with the basics I guess, Lordly type wants us to build and run a private company that deals in all manner of business a lot of it though is going to have some fighting or muscle required." Katyr explained with a sigh, scratching his cheek as he looked across the table to see how she would react to all of this.

"But having information and knowing how to use it was also made rather important so you came to mind almost immediately." He ended with, going back to nursing his drink while gauging how Bel would react.

Belindra sat across from Katyr, a glass of wine in hand. She had that air of stoic faux-nobility, legs cross, back straight, never averting her gaze from her friend. As he finished what he was saying, the raven haired woman lets out a small hum. "So, some merchant friends of your's blackmailed you into starting a mercenary company." She pauses to take a sip of her wine, her face twisting a bit from the taste. She was used to... finer wine rather than the kind served at Booty Bay. "I mean, we -could- go the alternate route and have me take care of them for you, but then you'd just be indebted to me and we'd be back to square one." Once more, she pauses, shifting her legs. "You know, I've actually been looking into getting into more... legitmate business."

"I mean, you could most certainly try that route but they've taken on big fish before and these guys don't mess around. Tyrael might be easy on his own but he's got that dog of war in his corner at all times and he's the one you don't want to fuck with." Katyr shook his head, as he sat back as well. He laughed  a bit at Bel's simple sort of outlook on the situation. "And its only legitimate because the gold comes from someone who can pay to make things legit. I think we'll find our fair share of illegal activities happening. That's why I came to you after all."

Katyr winked, grinning around his drink before scratching at his stubbled cheek. The oddity among his kind wearing facial hair and even sporting hair on his arms and coming from under his shirt he was wearing.

"You say that like I haven't handled bigger threats before." Bel says, chuckling as she takes a sip of wine. "If only my missions weren't classified, I could tell you stories, my friend. Oooooh so many stories. But, yes, I do think what you're proposing is an interesting idea. One I can certainly throw my weight behind, if only to procure more contacts for my own business. Why, we could even use the Smashed Cauldron as our base. Light knows I could use some somewhat positive business there. Or even procure an outpost here, after all, Booty Bay is quite possibly the easiest city to bribe in all of Azeroth..."

Katyr hummed quietly as he shrugged a bit, "We could, but we also have the Firehawk Estate as our base of operations as well. I think we should split some of what we do so we can multi-task getting things up and running. Know anyone who might want to help us with some of this... Paperwork?" Katyr muttered with a sigh as he thought about all of that before considering the other thign she said. "As for Booty Bay, we have a base here more or less as well. Though that depends on how you feel about humans." Katyr asked with a raised eyebrow as he eyed the barkeep, who had gone back to the bar and was smoking his pipe while talking to a customer.

"Humans are as useful as any race. -That's- what I care about. As for paperwork... NO one comes to mind. I have my own book keepers, but I'd prefer not using them lest they become distracted and miss something. And as much as this venture may be fun, it won't eat into my own business." She smirked as she took a sip of wine. "I see nothing wrong with decentralization, though. Divide and conquer and all that military jargon."

Katyr snorted as he shook his head, "You're a real piece of work sometimes." He stated before sighing a bit as he tried to conjure up some names for someone who was good at those things before shrugging. "Well then if that's the case, this tavern the Legion's End is owned by a human, or a group of them its hard to say honestly, and he's a smuggler of good skill enough to get jobs from the Cartel and keep this place running. So we have that going for us. Alongside the Firehawk place and then yours the only real thing left is... People." Katyr gave her a deadpan expression before trying a usual quip for him.

"Maybe if you spread your legs for everyone we can recruit people quickly before they realize what happened!"

Bel makes a quick gesture with her hand. As she did a small knife whizzed past Katyr's head, embeding itself in the booth behind him. "You say that like I'm a common street whore. You're well aware of my preferences and proclivities. Regardless, I can handle people, it's my area of expertise. IN fact, I already know a few I could recruit. As long as you're alright with one of them being a confirmed rapist and the other... Well, let's say the other one is rather... scaley at times." October 23, 2017

"You know how I am about the dark side of the world. It exists and I'll beat anyone up who tries nonsense in my presence, as will a lot of folk. But I won't turn away able-bodied individuals especially those with talent." Katyr hadn't really reacted at the knife, knowing Bel to be the type to bluster a bit from their time as friends. "And yes I'm well aware, learn to take a joke friend! Gosh, years you've known me and yet you still can't handle me making loose sexual jokes." Katyr sighed unhappily before pointing at the barkeep.

"He's named Silver, he's the owner and the smuggler. There are others who I can contact and ask about helping. But he's going to be a good guy to have helping us if we use this place as a point of reference and pick up. We can then also use your place in Silvermoon and then the Firehawk Estate since its a small port of its own these days."

"And you know me well enough to know that's a bit of sore issue. Most of my rivals will seek any possible excuse to discredit me and -that's- what they usually settle on first." She pauses before bringing her glass to lips and finishing off the glass. "I'll talk to them, see if I can have the one keep it in her pants. And I'm well aware of who Silver is. We've had dealings in the past. Wasn't ever face to face, though. Mostly proxies. You know how the business is run."

Katyr shrugged only knowing about such things because he talked to people of that caliber. He himself wasn't the type to partake of many of these underworld dealings himself he just was a well experienced traveler. "Yes yes. You need to grow a stronger pair you know, if you want to get any bigger." He teased with a wink before relaxing and shrugging at her, his ears tilting towards the sudden sound of laughter before relaxing again.

"I guess now we just need to go and get these folk together and start gathering them all. Should we set a meeting date again later?"

Belindra shrugged. "It's less that I'm offended by it and more pissed because the simpletons can't think up anything better than 'That woman likes -other- women! How weird!'. It's quite tiresome." She shifts in her seat, finally uncrossing her legs. "I suppose we should. I'll let you know when I've procured my recurits. Though, that does leave one question: What is the name of this venture? After all, without an evocative name, we're dead in the water." October 25, 2017

"Name I've gotten squared away along with a lot of the entry details I guess. Well many of them were given to me this way." Katyr chuckled as he shook his head, "Let's not complain too much we are getting paid quite a hefty sum. Speaking of..." Katyr sighed and waved over at the bar at which point the man there came over. He brought with him a large sack of gold which he set in front of Belindra while sitting at the table between the two. "Afternoon. Silver, nice to meet ya both. Gonna be helpin'  I heard. But also gonna be a lot of the money guy."

Katyr sighed again and Silver winked. "I'm good at movin' gold so that's why I get to do it. Anyway here's your early salaray bonus. Think of it as an incentive I guess." Silver told Belindra with a grin.

As the bag of gold hit the table, Belindras hand immediately dug into grabbing a few coins from the bottom, pulling them up and inspecting them throughly with a keen eye for forgery. Content with the fact they were legitimate, the woman looks up at Silver and finally replies: "Pleasure finally doing business face to face, Silver." She pockets the coins as she turns back to to Katyr, "You have the name ready but aren't telling me? This bodes well..." she says, rolling a coin over her knuckles.

"Nah his little pea brain is dealin' with me showing up like this." Silver chuckled as he shrugged winking at Katyr before lounging back in his chair while the male elf groaned to himself and banging his head on the table before picking his head back up.

"God you're a piece of shit, Silver. Anyway no the name is Goldenguard Company but as Silver said had nothing to do with that and more to do with him being a noisy asshole." Katyr grinned at Bel to see how she'd feel about that.

"Noisy eh? You can be just as noisy where's lover boy, Alaric eh? You'd be trying to get in his pants like nobody's business." October 26, 2017

"Goldenguard Company," Belindra repeats, still flipping the coin over knuckles. "Goldenguard Company... I like it. Has an offical ring to it. Definately a good name that gives legitimacy. Much better than some of them names I heard proposed fro such groups. Gods, the amount of Orcish Merc groups that contain some combination of Blood, Axe, Scream, and Clan is downright -embarrasing..."

"I hear you on that," Katyr remarked, shrugging off Silver's antics as he considered her statement. "Take your time on picking up some folk and I'll work on putting together a quick set of jobs for them and such. Sound like a plan then I guess?" Katyr asked with a tilt of his head all but ignoring Silver who seemed fine with being ignored, at least right now. He was enjoying watching the two elves try and figure out what they were going to do about this deal they were being handed by his name-sake up north. The smuggler found this situation far too amusing to pass up not watching.

The rogueish woman opts to change her minor fidging, instead idly flipping the coin into the air instead of rolling it. "Sounds good to me. Like I said, I already have a few recruits in mind so the sooner I talk them into a truce and you pull together some jobs, the better. That said, I'm looking forward to working with the both of you." She states as she extends both hands toward Silver and Katyr. Curiously, the coin she had been flipping not a second ago is nowhere to be seen. Sneaky.

Both men turned their eyes to each other and snorted as Silver began to laugh after it. "Aye, it'll be fun workin' with you as well! Just don't let the fellas in Eversong give you too much trouble. They are the real roughnecks." Silver told Bel with a wink as he pushed off from the table to get back to work at the tavern. He was still the barkeep today and that meant he had work to do. Katyr for his part just sighed as he cracked his neck. "Well I'm off back to Kalimdor for a bit then I'll be back in Eversong. I'll come find you then?"

"You say that I don't deal with them multiple times per day as is!" Belindra says to Silver as he begins walking away. With that she turns back to Katyr, "I shall meet you there, partner." She simply says before her gaze returns to that sack of gold. "So, we splitting this or...?"

"No, that is your wage. Mine is just as much. Everyone basically gets paid about the same. Our bosses are rich, I told you they were nuts." He told Bel wondering if she would start to see what he meant by that and what they were dealing with as he got up, his hand going for his pack at the floor to shoulder it.

"No shit?" She says, gaze still locked on the bag. "This is a gold laundering scheme, isn't it?" She shrugs, taking the bag placing it in her own pack. "I suppose it doesn't matter. Gold's gold, plus, this entire thing can be used to further my own business..." In a quick blur of motion, Bel was standing, bag across her shoulder, the quick blur of motion seemed unnaturally fast. "I'll see you in Eversong here soon, then?"

"As far I have seen these guys are the furthest thing from a laundering operation. They look like they've fought more wars than some Orcs I've seen." Katyr murmured somberly and in a somewhat serious tone before shrugging. "That depends if I find a mage to help me get across the sea fast or if I'm daring enough to use a goblin or gnomish device beyond a Zepplin. So we'll see. I have a sneaking suspicion it'll be soon though." Katyr told her with a hum as he started for the door.

"And the other boss, Tyrael, he used to be a lord in Silvermoon but after the Scourge invaded he secluded himself in Eversong at his Estate and went into the merchant and real estate business. He's got really old money."

Bel didn't reply immediately, instead standing by the table and placing a few gold pieces on the table. A tip for some lucky barwench. However, as Katyr opened the door and stepped outside, Bel was leaning against the wall next to the door. "I know they types. I've bilked a -lot- of coin from them in the past." She nonchalantly says.

"Tyrael? I'm sure. The others? Maybe not. But we'll see! Anyway, I'll be catching my ride so I'll be seeing you Bel!" Katyr stated with a wave before disappearing into the crowds of the Booty Bay docks that surrounded the Legion's End tavern.

The raven haired woman watched as he slinto the crowd, disappearing. It wasn't much longer she, herself, was gone in the blink of an eye, returning home to do some prperations of her own.