Lucra Street

Faddius would get his bag. I might have considered doing it for free. In the 45th Berserker legion I'd heard stories of Ironforge, and lots of them took place on Lucra street.

In point of fact Lucra Street isn't much of a street at all. Its little more than a muddy dirt path that trails along the old outer perimeter wall.

Before Ironforge became a city-state it had been the largest seaport in the Dominion. Occupied by a steadfast legion of Raven Troops Ironforge was secure, along with the dominions precious taxes, that traveled through it.

Repelling all possible threats of invasion along the ocean beaches and enforcing embargoes became less and less necessary as time passed. Once the Dominion began to shift its expansion east, the Raven Troops led the charge and Ironforge was left to protect it self.

The perimeter wall was of little importance as new laws were eliminated and old ways returned to Ironforge.

Today what was left did little to protect Ironforge's borders, but crafty bar merchants, shadow district whores, cash only gamblers, and a few forgotten souls could set up shop in its crumbling sub structures and cubbyholes with minimal overhead nearly overnight.

This led to a sort of dark market of fools and hooligans. During the day, a few actual business could be found nestled along the path, but at night it was completely different and I was actually looking forward to it.

Taking the small walking bridge over the river I rounded Ironforge's perimeter a bit, getting the lay of the land, and it didn't take long to notice I was being followed.