Paperwork

Staroda sat in the upper level of the Golden Leaf, going over papers left behind by Ze. Another pile sat to his left, this one full of legal jargon that made the warrior grind his teeth in frustration. Freeing Ze - and giving him back control of the Myst - was hard to do, at least from a legal standpoint.

Shuffling papers, he came across one written in Ze’s handwriting. Glancing over it, he saw a list of things Ze was considered doing to force Star to leave the Dragoons. The Kaldorei just shook his head in frustration. He was also surprised - Ze actually wrote something down? If only the other warrior had remained MIA…

Judging from Cerwis’s reaction the night before, as well as the Major’s, it seemed he was being looked at as near a traitor. His time serving, honorably, were worthless, and of no consequence. He wondered if some of the other Dragoons would think that way. At least there was one that understood.

He thought back to the conversation with Drakius and Crisara.

“Surprised you left,” the other Kaldori had said, grinning. “Comfy office and all, right?” Staroda had shook his head, but the young warlock had spoken up, “No, he was forced. Even I know that.” There really had been no choice.

And Staroda hated every moment of it.

He knew the Myst was family. Even the new folks they had were part of that. The girl, Crisara, was one Star was becoming particularly fond of, her past not withstanding.  He would be more than willing to help any of them, with any problem. But not like this. Not being thrust into the leadership position, while Ze was arrested for something he had done years ago. What had he been thinking? Bragging in the middle of the Park…

With a sigh, the warrior pushed aside the papers involving the Myst’s dealings, and moved on to the more legal parts of this night’s entertainment. Insanity defense, self-defense, or just plain old fashion breaking him out of jail…all of these things required much more in the way of resources than what they had. They needed a witness, someone who could have at least proven what Ze told the dwarves ‘lawyer’ that they had met with.

“How did the event occur, Mr. Wolfe?” the dwarf had asked.

“I yelled ‘Sheason!’ Then I tink ah growled…I prolly growled.” Ze had answered. “Then he threw a bomb at meh, and it started to git bloody from there. We fought all through Shattrath, Lower City, few other places before ah ended it.”

“Shattrath…perhaps someone there might remember this day?” Staroda muttered to himself. The warrior stood, pushing papers into his bag, a clear goal in mind. He would send someone to Netherstorm, to see about witnesses there, while he would look around the Lower City.

It was the only way to get Ze free, to take over the leadership…and maybe find Staroda himself some forgiveness for what he’d had to do.