(Listening to Zoot Zoot Riot while reading is optional.)
It was cold in Frostwall. It was always cold in Frostwall. No matter how many times she'd had fire mages insulate her robes, give her warming stones, or other tricks, she still felt the biting of the cold wind. Trying to enter her garrison , Tanla Crystaltear, arcane mage supreme, found herself standing in front of two rather burly orc warriors. Their arms were crossed, axes clenched, frowns quite prominent. Gazlowe, goblin architect and general money finder, stood between them, trying to look disapproving himself. Mostly he looked like something she'd shove out of her way in the marketplace to buy the fabulous material for a new dress.
"Look, dollface, you're banned. Fired. Canned. Shitkicked. You'll find your stuff in Warspear. Not allowed in at all." Gazlowe said with a smirk.
"What?! This is ridiculous! Why?!" Tanla crossed her own arms, trying to resist a good arcane bolt or sixteen to blow them up.
"Sexual harassment, toots." Gazlowe said. "Vol'jin doesn't like that in his Horde!"
"Sexual harassment?! I haven't harassed anyone! This is beyond absurd!" Small sparks of blue were dancing along her fingers.
Gazlowe moved back a bit, to be closer to the guards, and pulled out a scroll. "Did you, or did you not, say to Smith Kerosin 'Nice buns, wanna go bake some more?'"
Tanla threw up her hands in bafflement, "Well, sure. But that's not harassment! That's a friendly invitation for a good time!"
"Did you, or did you not, say to Smith Harlisinian 'You're hot, let's go burn together'?'" Gazlowe continued reading down the list.
"Well, sure, but he didn't seem to mind at all!" Tanla said, hands gesturing and eyes rolling. "It was a COMPLIMENT."
"Did you, or did you not, say to Smith Lohhaen 'Can I run my tongue along your curves?'" Gazlowe said with raised eyeridges.
"That's not harassment at all, that's just a friendly request for consent!" Tanla sounded as bewildered as she felt. No one had ever complained before!
"Look, I could read this all day, but the fact is, sweets, you got busted and you're banned. Shoulda been nicer to the musclebound." Gazlowe told her, rolling up the scroll.
"If they didn't want to be drooled over, they should have been wearing shirts! They were showing of, obviously they wanted to be appreciated! That's all I was doing, I was appreciating.. okay, and maybe a little inviting, but that's hardly a crime!"
Gazlowe sighed. The orcs looked most unimpressed. "What they are, or aren't, wearing is irrelevant!"
"They would dump water over their hair and their hair about! If that's not an invitation, what is?!"
Gazlowe actually facepalmed. "I think you need a lesson or two here, but I ain't the goblin to be doin' it! Now get lost. Shoo. Scram. Scat."
Tanla opened her mouth and then closed it. "Fine!" she turned on her heel and stomped off down the path that was starting to be covered in snow once more. Idiot orcs. Stupid trolls. Poopyhead smiths. Smart ass goblins. She should blow them and their stupid garrison up. One good arcane explosion would teach them! But, who needed them anyway? She hadn't wanted to be the leader of the Garrison on this time warped world. She had just wanted to sit in her tower and make spells and read books.
She stopped. She smiled. She felt a large weight drop off her shoulders. She could go back to Silvermoon. She could catcall the yummies and not get hate for it. She could shop. She could explore. She could experiment. She could burn effigies of Garrosh with glee. She could stick a Thrall doll on a rope and use him for a batting practice. She could write letters to Jaina Whineyass and explain all the spells she was using wrong. She could be warm! She was FREE!
Tanla started casting the portal to her home before the Horde could change its mind.