Azeroth, the Great Sea.
"Oh, I know you! A High Elf—I feel like you look familiar. Oh, haha—I'm Puzliko Diamond, from Treasure Bay."
As Alleria Windrunner stood by the railing, admiring the scenery, a shrill voice came from beside her.
A High Elf—oh, she should be a Void Elf now. The eldest Windrunner sister ignored him.
But the annoying voice continued. "How did an elf end up taking a ship? This vessel is headed for Gilneas, along a newly opened route. Are you going back to Quel'Thalas?"
Alleria still ignored him. She felt certain the Goblin was talking to someone in the air.
"Oh, Quel'Thalas, what a beautiful place. My cousin spent some time selling lumber from there and made a fortune. Sadly, I never got the chance to invest there before the elf king stopped selling it. Such a pity. Whenever I think about losing that much money, my heart aches." The Goblin counted money he had failed to earn as a loss.
"Quel'Thalas sold lumber?" That finally caught Alleria's interest. Quel'Thalas actually needed to sell lumber to make ends meet? She thought of Eversong Woods, of her childhood.
Seeing that the elf was finally interested, the Goblin happily said, "Yes. That was during the war against the Trolls. King Kael'thas was determined to eliminate the Troll threat, so he cut down vast stretches of forest. My cousin made a fortune from it. He brought out several logging machines, felled towering trees, and sold them all to Lordaeron. They were rebuilding their country and needed large amounts of quality lumber. A quick resale, and it was all profit."
The Goblin was making conversation to get closer to Alleria. What he truly coveted was the ornament on her head, set with several mysterious gems unlike anything even a Goblin of