The Dark Iron Dwarf had a pair of half-moon glasses as he looked over the script he had been handed before looking off to the side.
“Wha’ does this mean, be bright an’ charmin’? I’m charmin’ all tha time. I… er… I brought that cake tha Company party. Nay, no, tha grey icin’ one tae make it uniform- oh! I’m live?”
Looking forward, our Dark Iron immediately removed his spectacles and after fumbling with his cheat sheet, managed to stand straight, put his chest forward, and keep hands behind his back like a proper gentleman.
“Blackwater Company…” Rafnir took a moment to reread the cheat sheet again.
“Blackwater Company is a multithreat organization that handles multiple jobs. From security tae transport, tae ground support, tae special affairs o’ tha client. Blackwater has tha equipment an’ talent tae see tha job through. We hav’ offices in Stormwind, Boralus, and Ironforge. I don’t think we hav’ a map, I’m seein’ my producer shake his head… and make a rude gesture at me.”
“Tha point is, we hav’ a number o’ branches tae accommodate any patron with inquiries or contracts. Ask about our Horde branch located in Orgrimmar and Ratchet fer services offered in Kalimdor. Are ye interested in workin’ fer us? Blackwater Boralus and Blackwater Stormwind hav’ a number o’ talent agents who would love tae interview ye fer a job.”
“An’ remember: by Land, Sea, an’ Air - Blackwater is There!”
“Was that wha ye needed from me?” Rafnir asked, turning away from the speaker, unaware he still had a hot mic. “I mean, I dunno know why Staniwick couldn’t fill in fer this one. He’s only hidin’ from his ex-wife, it’s not like he’s sick or anythin’. What do ya mean tha mic’s runnin? Oh… damn it.”
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