((All right, I'll bite.
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The same morning call of a mechanical rooster reaches the ears of another tauren. Kaeevanrash opened his eyes groggily, having to think for a moment before it registered in his mind as to where he was. Dalaran, he thought, and he grumbled softly as he remembered why he was here and sat up. Still groggy, he sat there zoning in and out for a minute or two before actually getting out of bed and donning a simple robe.
After some meditating, breakfast and getting himself cleaned up, the shaman was getting more formally dressed, though in an outfit he wasn't all that used to. He stared at himself in the mirror with a slight frown. He wore a long-sleeved blue shirt with a brown leather vest over it, and some simple trousers. It wasn't the sort of look he was that used to having. He was more of the "home-grown" type, as he had heard another call it. At least he would wear his necklace of fangs and feathers to help distinguish himself as a shaman. If the fangs and feathers didn't do the trick, the ankh at the middle of them all surely would. The shaman's frown faded as he gave a soft 'hm' before heading downstairs to leave the inn. The dress was unorthodox, but neat and comely nonetheless.
As afternoon came, so did the lull of activity in the Agronomical Apothecary, the city's main alchemy store. Kaeev sat at one end of the register, looking bored out of his skull. It was a time where the shopkeeper could not be around, and so Kaeev was one of two people that opted to fill in for a wage. The other...the shaman wished was not there. So that customers from both the Horde and the Alliance could be served, the shopkeeper had employed a gnome mage that was at the other end of the desk. A gnome AND a mage, thought Kaeev with a grumble. One or the other had the tendency to show off their skill, but both together? He sighed. This particular gnome had quite the alchemy contraption set up to work on between customers. There was plenty of smoke and noise coming from that side, and the mage was frequently employing his magic in some grand display to aid in his brewing.
Bah, mere cantrips, thought Kaeev. The shaman did nothing but page through a catalog of potions on the desk while waiting for the next appropriate customer. He saw the mage's flaunting more as bait to actually try to compete with him, but the shaman wasn't taking it. Sure, he could compete (and probably even "win"), but such an endeavor seemed vain to him. Another time, he thought, he would show the alchemical prowess of the Winterhoof and put the gnome in his place. A slight smirk came to his face as he thought of a few ways he could go about doing that.
It was dusk now, and Kaeev was done with his shift. He received his wage from the shopkeeper with a nod of thanks. The city was still busy as ever, and he wandered his way through the crowds back to the inn for dinner. He had forgotten that it had got to be that hour where there were now plenty in the bar portion of the tavern making themselves merry and creating quite a stir. He frowned a bit upon seeing this, not liking the idea of having to eat amid so much noise. Paying the grocers a visit was sounding like a better idea.
The shopping actually took longer than Kaeev expected. He not only visited some grocers, but also the herbalism and enchanting stores and finally the Dalaran bank for some deposits. He returned to his room with the food, which thankfully had a small stove to work with. He set his bags down and snapped a finger, and a small flame began to appear in the palm of his hand, which then formed into a small fire elemental. "Reth," it said in its own language, and Kaeev smiled a bit. "Yes, yes," he said, "just don't make dinner well done, would you?" he asks as he carefully helped the little flame into the stove. He promptly fed some firewood into it. The elemental could be heard inside repeating the word softly as the stove heated up proper. With some talbuk venison and the right seasoning, Kaeev had a filling talbuk steak that night in relative peace and quiet. He was able to enjoy the said peace for the remainder of the night before retiring to bed. It had been a rather uneventful day, but the shaman welcomed it.