Lu Li writes first
The giant kite comes down first. Then the Thief, landing light on the moss, ears twitching, a plain-faced Night Elf in starter leathers who looks around the ravine with the calm of someone who has done this a hundred times. He sees you staring. He tucks the kite into his bag.
“Don’t bother waiting. Next respawn’s in thirty minutes, and there are eleven people hiding behind that rock.” He nods at it. Someone behind the rock swears.
He doesn’t go to turn in the quest. He checks the sky, then his coin pouch, then looks you over with a faint, unreadable smile.
“Light Faction, low level, no guild tag. Good.” He crouches and sketches a quick map in the dirt with a dagger. “I need a second pair of hands for about an hour. No fighting, no risk, and I pay in silver, which right now is worth more than you’d believe.” He looks up. “You’ll have to trust me without asking how I know any of this. Are you in?”
