[Introduction] Order of the Firewater

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Olivia Burnside watched as right on the dot, her "appointment" for the morning stepped through the door to the Stormwind Bank. Every day, after the the 10th chime of the Cathedral of Light's bell, the same gentleman walks through that door. Every day he deposits, sometime very large amounts, gold for this enteprise of his; this "adventurer's guild". Putting on a bright smile, she lets go the words that have become a routine for her, as the gentleman approaches her teller window.

Good morning sir! How may I help you today?

Your pretty face and bright smile have been more help than I deserve Jared Wilkinson replied, cracking a practiced smile on his face. In his younger years before and after the First War, Jared had scouted, spied, and surveyed for anyone (or anything) that had enough gold to pay the price. He could never in a night elf's age had imagined that he himself would be turning a profit from OTHERS doing the same thing. His hair is dark black, with streaks of pure silver running through it, giving him a defined look. His attire is not unlike that worn by the nobility, and he sports a oaken cane and wears a golden rimmed monocle over his left eye. I am making a deposit in the Order of the Firewater account he says, slipping several pouches of gold from an inside pocket of his elaborately designed mooncloth coat through the teller window to Olivia. The teller blushes at the man, still unable to resist his powerful charm and accepts the gold. She immediately counts it, looking downward so her customer might not notice the redness in her face, then writes up a receipt of deposit for him.

Thank you, and please come again! she says, ending her routine.

You can count on it, my dear... Wilkinson says, walking out. I've still got it, and hopefully will never lose it. Perhaps 'Ms. Burnside' needs to visit me at my Southshore estate some time... Jared muses to himself. The first part of his day done, Wilkinson begins his stroll around the various districts of Stormwind. Meeting and greeting the merchants of the Trade District, receiving a sealed note from a boy outside of SI:7 headquarters in Old Town, having an ale or three in the Dwarven District, and smoozing with the nobles at the keep. Retiring to his home and office of operations in the newly renovated Park; Jared motions to his half-elf secretary, Anything of importance today, Ms. Melnutz?

Business as usual. A reminder though, Waytonjudd is hosting some new recruits for lunch at the Blue Recluse tomorrow.

Oh good, it's been what?...at least a month since we have gotten some green recruits? Can't afford to waste the time of our higher-ups on these piddly tasks in Elwynn and surrounding area. Might stop in on the meeting tomorrow, though I'm sure the Judd will be able to size em up. Carry on, then. I'm going upstairs for a nap.

On the other side of town, Waytonjudd Stonesmasher, a human warrior in his mid-thirties is drinking a pint of mead, knowing that once again, he was on "greenie duty"; having to meet and sign up the new recruits that had been invited to join the guild. It was task he hated, but one that he had grown accustomed to and performed quite well. Sipping the last bit of his drink, he re-reads the invite sent out to the prospects a few days ago:

Invitation Letter Dear Sir or Madame, It is honor to inform you that you have been invited to join the celebrated Order of the Firewater. This adventurer's guild provides many benefits such as free lodging and meals in the city of Stormwind, a dedicated force of craftsmen, and a constant supply of work and adventure! If you are interested in joining please stop by the Blue Recluse in the Mage's Quarter on the 30th at the 12th chime of the bell for a complimentary meal. It is our wish that you join our family! Sincerely, Jared Wilkinson, esq. Guild-Master: Order of the Firewater

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Your character will begin play in the city of Stormwind with an invitation to the guild. How he or she got the invite and made it to Stormwind is up to you.