Small clusters of flowers had sprung to life seemingly overnight, blanketing swaths of the hilly moors in patches of soft purple and butter yellow: a sign of the impending spring, after so many months of wet snow and morning frost. The sun had just crested the hills in the east, and Quai sat atop her horse— a greying Shire horse with patches of white on its face— as it plodded its way southward down the twisting strip of cobblestone. A wagon bumped gently along in the horse's wake, where Copper dutifully sat, guarding his owner’s belongings.
Mist hung low around the towers that marked the Thandol Span, clinging to the still-chilly ground as the air around them began to grow warm in the first few minutes of daylight. Quai leaned forward to extinguish the single lantern that hung on a rod extending forward from the wagon. A Dwarf with his own horse and carriage came into view around the corner, headed in the opposite direction. He waved a meaty hand at Quai.
“Scylde an gar-eft! Am-kha, a kost-helm hava Kaelsag?” he called, his deep basso voice sending the words rumbling off his tongue like thunder. Quai smiled and gave a wave of her own.
“Oie, Dun Algaz ke Dun Morogh ke Ironforge— erat mok-mos tram dun Stormwind,” she called back. The Dwarf smiled at the thick northern lilt to her voice.
“S' a long journey yeh got ahead of yeh! Safe travels, lass,” he said in Common as they drew close and passed each other. “An’ yer accent’s spot on,” he added with a wink from beneath a veritable shelf of reddish eyebrow hair. Copper let out a single, soft bark in the Dwarf’s direction, and Quai gave a small laugh.
“Thanks, and safe travels to you as well,” she replied as she set her sights again on the bridge.
No sooner had the horse stepped onto the bridge than she heard the ping of her comm stone. She lifted a finger and tapped the stone set into her earring.
“What?” she asked as her gaze tracked a handful of starlings overhead.
“Good morning to you, too,” Andrew drawled, a sarcastic note to his voice.
“I’m still on the road, Andrew— I left the cottage yesterday. I’ll be travelling for another two days, at least. I'm tired, the dog's tired, the horse is tired. What do you need?"
“Ah, that’s what I wanted to ask— could you pick up something for me in Ironforge when you pass through?”
“Depends. Is it illegal, dangerous, or big? Will it bite or piss on me? Is it in a cage? A suitcase? Is it alive, or sentient? Uncontrollable? Is it a whole person? Is it drugs? Is it a cake? Is it drugs in a cake?”
There was a brief pause on the other end, then:
“Yes, yes, no, no, no, no, yes, no, no, no, no, no… no, and no.”
“So it’s… illegal, dangerous, and in a suitcase.” She chuckled. “You gonna narrow that down anymore for me?”
“Just hide it in your little wagon and no one’ll be the wiser. It’s still got that compartment in the floor, right?”
“Andrew, is it going to explode? Is it sensitive to cold or heat?”
“No to all of that.”
“Does it make noise? Is it a machine?”
“Nope.”
Quai scratched her chin. “How many questions have I got left?”
“One.”
“Well I haven’t the foggiest, so I guess I’ll do it. Where am I picking this mystery suitcase of illegal, dangerous things?”
“Your old flat, actually.”
“The place I’m letting Maud use.”
“Yep.”
“Andrew… Is the thing in the suitcase a hat?”
“Kind of. How’d you know?”
“Because she’s filled that whole fucking place with hats— hold on, how the fuck is a hat illegal or dangerous?”
“Ah, you’ve asked your twenty questions, though. But congrats on getting the answer! I promise I’ll show you when you get here,” he added helpfully. Quai rolled her eyes; behind her, Copper let out a soft whine and began to paw at the edge of the carriage, indicating his desire for breakfast.
“Fine. I’m stopping soon to give Copper and the horse a bite, then I’m heading up through Dun Algaz to spend the night at Algaz Station. I’ll be in Ironforge tomorrow night, and Stormwind the following morning.”
“You gonna bring your horse and buggy on the tram?”
“It’ll be fine, I’ve got the paperwork filled out already.”
“Why didn’t you just have Trin do a portal to your flat in Stormwind?”
“Because I don’t fancy my belongings and my elderly dog falling six feet to the ground when they go through. Copper was almost eaten by a pit lord, he's been through enough for a lifetime.”
“Fair! Alright, see you in a couple days, then.”
“See you,” Quai replied as she reached up and tapped her earring again. As she eased the horse off towards the side of the road, she lapsed into silent thought, her mind utterly consumed with the mysteries of Andrew’s dangerous, illegal hat.