"Not again!"

Donald cried out as he was suddenly snatched away, and stuffed into a glorified sock. Tumbling to the bottom, the assassin spouted out curses and swear words on his way down. 

This was the third time he had been captured. [i]In just one day[/i]! For a supposedly masterful assassin, thief and rogue like himself, it was nothing short of outrageous! Professional had standards, yet now, any level of quality or professionalism that Donald had established throughout his career was quickly being abolished by one stroke of bad luck followed by another!

"This can't be happening, grrrllwwll!" Donald sneered to himself while grinding his teeth together, before shuffling around in an attempt to sit in a somewhat upright position in the stocking. He had no idea who his captor was this time. The stockings were partly see-through, but they were moving in a dark corridor, with the stocking jingling from side to side which made it hard to identify his kidnapper.

Yet, who would steal him from the Night Elves?

Admittedly, it was not the first time in the day that he had been snatched from one enemy by another. The first one being from his ex-employer Sherpa, by the Night Elves. But who would risk life and limb to snatch him from the Night Elves?
Was this the day all his enemies had decided to go at him simultaneously, but halfway through got into an argument about who was going to have the right to kill him? Was that why he seemed to be going from one pair of hands to another?

"Look," Donald called out from the stockings.
"I don't know who you are or for what you're pissed off for, but if you intend to kill me, why not do it now and make it quick? Being constantly kidnapped is getting real tedious!"

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Up above in Sharon's study, Richard and Sharon became quiet as they listened to the ruckus downstairs. 

"Do they ever sleep?" Greymoon asked while taking a sip from his glass. 

Sharon sat in his chair, and merely rolled his eyes across the roof as the High Elf let out a sigh.

"I believe they sleep on rotation. That would be the best and most efficient way to torture me and my neighbors... "

"So you do care about your neighbors then, heh?"

" ... only when they file complaints to the city guard."