Jast: Fight for Your Life (Pt. 1)

He knew this was a terrible idea. He hardly knew half the people he was working for, and did not trust the other half. He stood in the gloomy valley of the Ghostlands waiting for his buyers to show up. He came into a decent amount of assorted herbs and ingredients that apparently caught the interest of some group in the Undercity. He knew nothing about them and he did not like that. The past had taught him that a little legwork goes a long way, and helps keep you alive. Unfortunatly, caution had to wait. He was broke, hadn't eaten in days and needed supplies and repairs desperatly. He may have hated going into any settlement, but he knew when it was nessesary.

They finally arrived and Jast instally knew he was set up. Four figures walked into the ravine ahead of him. One was a blood elf, another an orc, and the last two appeared to be undead. Jast stood alone on the opposite end of the ravine as the four stopped about five paces from him.
"You were supposed to only bring one other person, Garec." Jast shouted over to them.
The blood elf gave a smirk then responded, "I may need help carrying everything if you are true to your word, wanderer."
Jast stared at him blankly for a few moment before finally responding, "Whatever, where is my money."
"Where are the goods?"
"I stashed them. Give me my money first."
Garec faked a smile back at him, "Very well." He handed a small pouch to the orc who began to walk towards Jast. He watched the orc carefully. The orc carried two daggers sheathed on his lower legs, well crafted black leathers covered his body, and each step was carefully placed. A damn rogue Jast though. As the rogue approached Jast held out his hand for the pouch. As the rogue roughly gave handed Jast the pouch one of the orc's daggers was quickly at Jast's throat. The orc was in front of him holding a dagger to his neck.
"What the hell is going on Garec!" Jast shouted past the orc.
"I don't have time to be fooling around, where are the goods. I am willing to cut my losses on this one if you understand me." Garec paced slowly from side to side.
"Alright, Alright. It's on the east side of the river about twenty paces east and thirty south of the falls. It's hiddent between two trees and a rock covered by brush."
Garec looked at him for a few moments. "That answer is good enough for me. Threk, kill him."
The orc turned and smiled at Jast. He looked back at the orc and spoke softly, "Bad idea, boy-o."