The Grand Craftsman's Demands

Roderick was also secretly observing the Gnome leader. He did not seem to excel in combat; he wore simple craftsman's leathers, with even the wrench he used for work tucked into a pocket at his side.

Grand Craftsman Mekkatorque's attire bore some resemblance to the engineers of the Imperial Army responsible for maintaining heavy equipment. If he had a mechanical arm, it would have been a perfect recreation. Even Astartes gave the idea an approving nod in his mind.

"May the Holy Light bless you, esteemed Grand Craftsman. On behalf of the Raven Guard Knights, I hope you can dispatch a Gnome flying squadron to Southshore to assist us in battle. We are willing to pay any reasonable compensation, and the survivors of Lordaeron will be grateful for your generous aid." Roderick spoke first. After all, the other man was the leader of an entire people, while Roderick was not yet qualified to stand on equal footing with him.

"Mage Wendell has already transferred the two hundred gold coins you donated free of charge to the finance department of the Gnomeregan Exiles Council. Thank you very much for your selfless assistance. I have agreed in principle to dispatch a flying squadron, but I still have several questions that I would like answered." The Gnome leader possessed an engineer's characteristic manner. He did not beat around the bush and stated his demands directly.

Roderick had not expected the other party to agree to send a Gnome flying squadron without even naming a price. This was going far too smoothly.

Of course, he did not believe those few gold coins could have bought them over. He only hoped the questions would not be too difficult.

"You humans may not understand the organization of our flying squadrons. Bill Wing, give our guests a