Aeramin Firewind walked along the Silvermoon streets. He’d just gone for the fitting at the tailor who was working on the robes for Hethurin’s wedding, and was glad when he was finally able to leave the shop. Of course, Hethurin had insisted on being there the whole time and he kept going on and on about the wedding, and his robes, and the flowers, and the invitations. It seemed it never stopped with him. Aeramin was less than thrilled about having to be in the wedding, and thought it would be nice when it was over and things got back to normal at the school.
Despite not wanting to be in the wedding, he was enjoying the planning he was doing for the party before the wedding. It was to be a bachelor’s party, but with two bachelors who probably wouldn’t enjoy separate parties as much. Aeramin hoped that was the case anyway as he was planning their parties together.
He turned away from the road leading to the bright market filled with vendor stalls and shops, and passed through one of the gates to another part of the city. The buildings were closer together here, and at the angle they faced, the sun only made a rare appearance on the street below. Murder Row had always been dark, but then, he had never had a problem with that. His pale skin burned much too easily to enjoy the sunlight as much as other sin’dorei did.
It had been some time since he had been back, a couple years anyway. His last trip here was to help see his father out of the city and to the Ghostlands. Before that, he had shown up occasionally to make sure the old man was eating and that the priests at the Spire were still bringing him food. Now that his father had a job in the Ghostlands, and had quit drinking, he could take care of himself again. While Aeramin was thankful for that, he was angry that his father hadn’t thought to sober up sooner. He frowned as he turned another corner to a smaller path.
It was still early in the day, but they were already out. One woman held a fluffy handbag which matched her fluffy stole which was conveniently not covering her cleavage. He didn’t recognize her. “Hello, handsome.” She said while making sure here cleavage was uncovered and taking a step toward him. She came close enough to put her hand on his shoulder.
Aeramin brushed it away. “Hi. Do you know if someone named Julan still works around here?”
She pursed her lips together in a pout before answering. She pointed first, and then said, “He’s usually down at the other end.”
“Thanks.” He turned before she started pouting again and hurried past another woman who called to him who was wearing a skirt and a vest that were far too short. A group of shirtless men watched him pass. One of them whistled. Aeramin recognized some of them, but didn’t stop. He wanted to ask Julan first.
The other end of the street opened up to another street. This one was slightly larger and a bit busier. He turned the corner to see the person he was looking for leaning against the wall. “Julan. Hello.”
Julan turned to him, his long, blond curls bouncing with the movement of his head, and one eyebrow going up in surprise. “Firewind, you’re not coming back, are you? I’m earning more since you left. What happened to your face? “
“I got in a fight with a demon, and no, I’m not coming back. I have some work for you if you want it.”
Julan grinned, “You always were fun to play with, but you’re coming back as a paying customer now? I’m honored.”
“It’s nothing like that. I have a boyfriend now.” Aeramin paused, noting the disappointment on Julan’s face. “But I am planning a bachelor party, and we need a dancer. I know you’ve done that sort of thing before.”
“You remember that? It was a lot more than dancing, I’ll have you know.”
“I figured, but this will be just dancing. The bachelors will both be there together. I’ll be there with my boyfriend, and the only other who might consider it is undead.”
Julan shrugged, “I’d do it if he paid extra. I have this guy living in with me right now, but he’s lousy at helping with the rent. I need to make ends meet somehow.”
Aeramin tried not to shudder. Cold undead bodies were way past his limits. “Anyway, the dancing, will you do it? I’ll pay ten gold per hour. The party will last a few hours. You also get free cake.”
“Free cake is good, but I want twenty per hour.”
“Deal. Where and when is this party?”
“It’s in the Ghostlands. It’ll be in a couple of months.”
“The Ghostlands? Aren’t there a bunch of undead out there? It sounds dangerous. I might need more after all.”
Aeramin sighed, “It’s not that bad actually, and the party will be at the ranger building. I can’t think of a safer place to be. All the same, I will be providing a portal. You won’t have to travel along the paths, and you’ll have zero travel expenses to worry about.”
“Is that both a portal there and a portal back?”
Julan paused thoughtfully before he smiled and said, “I accept then.”
“Good. I’ll contact you again when the time comes closer.” Aeramin said hurriedly. He was eager to leave the Row and get back home.