A Solid Foundation
The morning was shrouded in darkness, thick rains filling the air with a suffocating humidity. To those unfamiliar with the region it was a water hell, but to those accustomed to the Vale saw it as nothing more than a usual day down in the Bay. Through the rainy mists a human clad in formal whites made his way about the slippery boardwalks and ominous back alleys. There was not a weapon to be had upon him aside from a simple parasol, guarding his form from the assaulting rains. However such did not keep him from walking along with an air of confidence, weaving calmly through the thug-ridden slums. From beneath the viewing glass that was his monocle he scanned his surroundings, eyes shifting along as if they were begging for something to garner his interest. With the misty clouds fogging the docks his eyes proved to be useless, however his ears remained unhindered. Not all too far away two figures would be bickering under the safety of an overhanging walkway.
“Whadda ya mean you don’t got the cash?” Came once voice, high-pitched and heavily accented.
“Boss! I-I mean sir, it’s been a slow month, don’t ya understand? There’s been no money flowing into the Bay, don’t you see? Hell, Nixx has been whining about it everyda-“ Stemmed the second, even higher voice.
“Oh shut it ya whelp!” Growled the lower voice.
By now the fine-clad man has shifted closer to the commotion raised by the two goblins. One stood a good inch or two above the other, his form clad in gaudy gold chains and vibrant violet trappings. His smaller counterpart seemed to be the polar opposite. Where he was covered in riches she was covered by mere rags, the brown cloth scorched by flame and stained by oil. If anything was clear then it was that the woman was an engineer, and a poor one at that. For the time being she cringed back, weary to invoke the anger of her ‘Boss’.
“Now you listen here Sweetcheeks, I an’t gonna be takin’ any of this slacker shit from you anymore, you hear me? This is the third month - Third fuckin’ month - that you’ve been behind on your dues. Listen to me now darlin’, if that money an’t in my hands by the end of the week, well…”
The regally-clad goblin glanced to the workshop beside the both of them, a grin creeping along the edges of his lips. From his pocket he drew up a match, striking it along the rough skin of his nose.
“Well… It’s a nice shop you got running here, good location and all. Would be a damn shame if somethin’ happened to it.” At that he dropped the match, allowing the puddle below to douse the flames.
“A week!?” she called out. “I haven’t had the cash in three months to pay you back, how the f**k am I gonna get it by the end of the week!?”
“Well, you got a sweet ass of yours there. Probably would go for good on the market. There’s a few trolls I got in the business that’d pay quite the fortune.” He let out a thick, phlegm-filled laugh at that.
“Now then, I’ll be makin’ my way away. Good luck there, sweetcheeks.”
With a grin he left the woman to wallow about in her own despair. Without a second thought the ‘Boss’ passed by Mathias, who soon swept in to approach the sorrowful and soaked engineer.
“Five gold…” She moaned. “How th’ f**k am I gonna get five gold in a –week-. Ugh! There’s gotta be something I can do. Damnit, there’s got- Whada you want?”
In the midst of her rambling the goblin caught sight of the approaching human. Her voice snapped out as did much of her person. Hands were nearing her head, grabbing at tufts of her own long hair.
“In a bit of trouble, I see?” He replied in a calm return, still clutching the parasol to guard himself from the drizzle. The utter downpour seems to have let up, instead spreading a simple mist of drizzling rain over the Bay.
“Yeah, that’s a damned understatement if I’ve ever heard one.” She grumbled out, soon snorting. Her arms lowered from her hair, instead coming to cross above her chest as she looked to the taller man.
“Mayhap I could help, my little green friend… What do you think of a change of venue, mmh? A new employer?”
“A new employ- Are you dense in the skull?! The boss will have me hog-tied and sleepin’ with the murlocs if I ever even thought of double-crossin’ him!”
With a simple smirk set along his lips the warlock retorted. “Are you so sure?”
At that the man would glance off to the side, the engineer’s gaze following soon after. From the fog-covered alleyway a shadow of a beast would creep out of the darkness. In tow the mass of shadow brought forth the gold and violet goblin, his form limp and lifeless. With a swing of its shadowy appendage the ‘Boss’ was flung over the dock’s edge. First he landed upon the walk below, form resounding with an unhealthy crack before it slipped into the seas.
Slowly the engineer turned her from the scene, looking upon the warlock with slight shock and fear. “…What the hell are you playin’ at?”
“Simple, my dear goblin, I intend to forge an empire. Something to be envied amongst goblins and humans all alike.” He paused in his speech to offer the woman a silk-coated hand. “But I cannot do so without a few helping hands.”
The goblin’s arms remained cross, her expression taking a more smug tone now that she found herself freed of her Boss’ pressure. “And what’s your offer?”
“I will give you coins of gold, silver and copper to fund your magnificent works.” He nodded to the shop. “In turn I expect you to provide me with the future of this world’s engineering. From what I see of you my dear, this sounds like a job you can handle.”
“That don’t sound too hard, hell, I already have some stuff cooking up in the shop. Y’know about that earthquake out in Stormwind? All those people loosin’ their minds over it.”
Before he could even respond the goblin fled back into her shop, emerging a moment later with a thick disk in-hand.
“This beauty here is an anti-gravity disk. You just press this button here and-“
As she set the dial the woman shot up into the air, dangling a few feet overhead before hovering back down to the ground safely.
“See? Gets your feet offa the ground when it starts crumblin’ beneath you!”
With curiosity he looked on, eyes going wide under the magnificent display. By the end of it all a broad grin would pull at the corners of his lips, his expression seeming quite content with the investment.
“Brilliant, my friend, utterly brilliant.”
He soon crouched down to a knee, meeting the woman face-to-face. Once more his gloved hand would reach out in an offering. “If you build more, I will fund this project and the many more to come. Do you think we have a deal?”
“Well, I an’t got much else in the terms of options.” With a shrug she slipped the disk under one arm, the second slapping into his hand before sparing a sturdy shake.
“You got a name boss?”
“Mister S is all you’ll need to call me.” He said with a more honest smile. “What of yourself?”
“Felicia Firebomb. Mosta my friends call me Fix-it Felicia… If I had any friends- But that an’t important!”
As the warlock parted from his employee, a single gold coin was left in her grasp. With a light squeak of leather against water he would begin to make his way away.
“We’ll be in touch, Felicia. Until next time.”