Major Strasser’s frown continues to deepen as those around him make small talk until his green face sports a canyon. Participation does not appear to interest him. Nor does wasted time. The Goblin can hear the gold clattering on the floor with each note in the frivolous song pounded out on the club’s piano.
“I am needed elsevhere,” he says suddenly.
Rising, his eyes can barely be seen past the plane of the table. Captain Renault gets up. Harrison and Valentis do not.
“I shall be along shortly,” Renault promises.
“Wery good. Zhere are ozher places to inwestigate.” The Major turns to Harrison. “Be careful vho you trust, Mr. Jones.” He looks pointedly at the Gilnean. “You vould not vant to end up on zhe vrong side and lose zhis… establishment.” He favors them all with a curt nod before marching away.
“Pleasant chap,” Valentis notes.
Harrison chuckles. “His type come through here every month or so. Do not let him bother you. This club steers clear of affairs outside her walls.”
“So long as we remain friends, eh?” Renault smiles.
“Yes, of course.”
“You know,” Renault continues, still standing, “I've often speculated why you don't return to Stormwind. Did you abscond with the church funds? Have a dalliance with Jaina Proudmoore?” He ran his fingers across his thin mustache. “I like to think you killed a man. It's the Romantic in me.”
“It was a combination of all three,” Harrison replies with a straight face.
Renault frowns and leans in close. “This man is here for exit papers,” he whispers so that only Harrison can hear. “No matter how clever he may seem, he still needs papers… for two.” The look he gives Harrison is dripping with meaning. For a moment, Jones is sure that the Captain knows that the Rogue passed the papers to Harrison before his untimely demise.
No matter, the good Captain has always been agreeable in the past… so long as he’s properly paid. “Why two?”
“He is traveling with a lady.”
“He’ll take papers for one.” Harrison mumbles back. Much easier to deal with a single transaction what with Strasser sniffing around. There was no way Harrison was going to stick his neck out, even for the Gilnean.
“I think not. I have seen the lady.” Renault stands with a plastered smile. “Good evening, gentlemen,” he says more loudly.
Harrison and Valentis sip their drinks as the Captain departs.
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