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New Trade Baron
Thorlamor Silverbeard: Luck, Skill, or Something Else?
Everything about this dwarf is a mystery. Beginning with his fairly recent appearance in Stormwind City and ending with the source of his goods. Was fortune unusually kind to him? Or maybe behind that dwarven face lies a goblin's trading instinct? Or maybe there's something deeper in this rather suspicious deal? I am Dora Windsor and I don't give up until I find out the truth. The beginning of this journalist investigation began on the overcrowded streets of Stormwind Trade District. A line of over 40 people was starting around the corner, near the City Flight Masters, and leading to a small wagon packed with the most, some would say, random (others would say exotic) collection of goods. Near the wagon, a dwarf with a short snowy beard was throwing gold in an extremely large chest next to him while handing his customers the goods they bought off him. My natural curiosity made me come up to him and start asking him questions like "Who are you?", "What are you doing?", and "Why are you here?". But to every question the dwarf gave an automatic answer of "M'am, you need to get in line". And so I did. The line lasted for 63 minutes before I finally got to the dwarf. He bowed to me and introduced himself as Thorlamor Silverbeard.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Silverbeard, I'm Dora. Would you mind answering a few questions for me? It won't take long!" I requested.
"M'am, are you buying anything?"
"No, but I'm a reporter and -"
"If you're not buying you need to get out of here, there are customers waiting behind you".
"Alright then, but do you have a right to trade in this place?"
"Of course I do! Here," he took a piece of paper out of the inside pocket of his jacket, "a municipal proclamation signed by the Earl of Stormwind. I bought this place out for 6 months at the Corporation meeting. Now, please move along."
This uncharming, toothless dwarf seemed to me more businesslike than any goblin I have met. And I could tell, he knew how to do business. Despite being generally unatractive and scary, his tuxedo was perfectly clean, the remains of his hair combed neatly down the back of his head, and the usual sharp dwarven accent missing, covered instead with a perfect Commonspeak. I decided to ask some of the citizens about him before I did anything else. Here is what Thomas Miller, one of the most recognized Stormwind bakers, had to say when I asked him about Mr. Silverbeard:
"Thor Silverbeard... Oh yeah! I remember... He came here from Ironforge, they say. Been here for about 6 months now... Yeah."
And my next target is chosen! Ironforge. But before I leave I wanted to find out a tad more so I stayed for a few more minutes close enough to the wagon to hear the conversation. When Mr. Silverbeard said good bye to one of his best customers (as he called this woman) I asked her to wait and inquired about Mr. Silverbeard.
"Oh, Thorlamor is a true gentleman! And a great merchant. He knows what his customers want and he has some of the best stuff out there. He sells all kinds of things from around the world. I love him! His items are not cheap but always cheaper than the Auction House and will satisfy the needs of almost anybody unless they're a complete ogre. It's true that he is not always the nicest but he got his fame for quality not manners."
And on that note I left for Ironforge where nobody, not even the guards, seem to remember this person. Did Thorlamor really come from Khaz Modan? Maybe. Or maybe not.
Some very intriguing rumours circulate the Alliance about him. A monk from the Cathedral of Light expressed his opinion on this as well.
"Silverbeard... If that is indeed his real name. I tell you something unclean is going on here. He comes out of nowhere, no family, no friends, nobody(!) and he takes over the market within a week. He's now one of the most popular out there. How did he do it? I doubt his items are that unique. There is black magic at work here, I swear it!"
Whether these are just unprecedented fears of an old monk who hasn't seen the sun of light in 50 years or a real threat is yet unknown but the way Silverbeard took the market is truly amazing. Statistics show that more people attend Silverbeard's shop daily than the Cathedral of Light, even on holy days.
Silverbeard is a V.I.P. member of a closed-door corporation of merchants headed by Duke Leomir Barov, the Earl of Stormwind. At the HQ of the Lion's Trading Co. my assistant and I were "politely asked" by the guards to leave the building while at the office of the Earl of Stormwind his secretary told us there is a 1-month waiting line for an appointment.
A few days after I spoke to Silverbeard, he closed his shop for two months and said he is going away to "load up on supplies" and will return in September. Where did he go? What will he do? Is there another reason behind this disappearance?
In any case, I do not intend on giving up on this and I will find the truth at any cost. Read the next edition of The Stormwind Times for more information on this one.
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