Mok'Gora

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Sylva watched Nö walk away, he sat in contemplating his actions, questioning all he has done for the day. "Welp, I've gotta go." Mumbles Sylva to himself. Sylva walks off to the main city transportation route.

"13 silver pieces, 13 silver pieces for today's trip to Agramar city of the Kings." Screams the Blimp Master over the thousands of people in the masses. Sylva walks over to the illustrious grand lobby towards the Ticket Master's Booth. "A ticket to Agramar, for one." The ticket Master points to the money slot, Sylva places his 13 silver into the slot and he hands him a ticket to Agramar.

"All blimps heading anywhere within the Northern Kingdoms are leaving in 20 minutes" Sylva heard over the crowds rumbling from the eastern platforms."Shanc, I need to get going" Sylva thought to himself.

Sylva walked onto the boarding platforms, he passed the ticket to the blimp attendant, "Agramar, such a beautiful place this time of year." Converses the blimp attendant to Sylva. Sylva nods but rudely doesn't respond to him. "Heh, what is expect. Peasants like him probably don't know even know the common language." Mumbles the blimp attendant to himself.

Sylva heads to the upper deck and sits down on the blame wooden chair. He looks out the windowless window and see the blue skies with large peaking white clouds shattering the area. "Anu belore dele'na, my friend. Haven't seen any Sin'dorei around these parts. Where ya heading to my friend." Verses Gathio to Sylva in attempt to strike a conversation. "Anaria shola, I get off on the next stop si make it quick" spreads sylva in attempt to ends the conversation."No need to be so quick to judge, I all I ask is of where you're going as of today." Asks Gathio. "I'm headed to the market place in Agramar for mats and food, why do you ask?" Questions Sylva back at Gathio. "Well lucky you were headed to the same stop." Squirrels Gathio. "Yes, lucky me. Now let me sleep, its a three hour trip." Grogs Sylva.  Sylva closes his eyes and gals asleep to the sound of wind bashing the sides of the blimp.

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