Chris a trader in Azeroth

Christopher Longstride is a trader in the human kingdoms in the world of Azeroth, he inherited his craft after his father. Chris may not be as bright and talented as his old man who built him up a little fortune that allowed him to travel outside of Stormwind’s borders but he still is capable enough to not squander his father’s work or get himself killed while travelling. His weapon of choice, a rifle, never left his back out in the field and often helped him to scare away wildlife.

Right now, he was sitting in a quarter aboard a buccaneer ship that was smuggling him into Kul Tiras, he chose the particular way of getting into the nation because of the recent rumours he overheard back while visiting Stormwind, apparently Jaina Proudmoore along with an Alliance emissary was going to Kul Tiras on a diplomatic mission. Chris knew the unfortunate history between Jaina Proudmoore and her home country, Chris expected there to be a ruckus and distrust towards people coming directly from Stormwind. He doubted that anyone sneaking in will get a second glance unless caught.

While waiting to get to the dock in a few hours Chris was fiddling with a small ornate box that he got off of another trader on the ship. The trader sold it to Chris for barely 50 silver as the box sounded to be empty while shaken and Chris just wanted to fiddle with the lock to kill time during the sail. Using a bobby pin and a small lock pick he pushed and turned into the lock of the box and was getting closer and closer with every move.

‘Come on, you bloody junkbox..” He grumbled under his nose as he felt another part of the small lock click and give away. “If you break, I swear to light…” Another click and one step closer. Finally the lock clicked the final time and Chris managed to turn it. “There we go!”

He carefully opened the box and the lid moved with a click. “Hmmm.” He looked into it to find a scroll. “Well, no wonder it sounded empty, that thing is a snug fit, where's that damn monocle….” Chris fiddled in his pocket and fished out an enchanted monocle looking over the scroll before even touching it. “Hm, seems there is magic to it but it seems harmless, lets see…” Keeping his monocle in, Chris took out the scroll and carefully unrolled it. “Maybe I can understand it.” He started reading.

'How to Use Your New Vocabulary'
Using the word may while asking for permission for whatever is desired will always result in being granted that permission, even when not outright verbally stated by the perimeter, as long as the perimeter hears and/or knows you are asking something.
However, using "can't" afterward, in reference to whatever was permitted, will cancel the affirmation, and return all affected people and things to their previous understanding/state. Using "may not" will have no effect. On the other hand, using "can" or any other term while asking for permission will be treated normally and without the beneficial effects of the 'may' trigger.
When using the trigger, there is a blanket effect that carries down from anyone with some kind of authority over others -- for instance, if asking the manager of a business if one "may" bed all the female employees, and the manager agrees, this will make all other employees and subordinates accept any actions related to the request as reasonable, even when they were not present during the request or not directly told after it, as long as they consider themselves in service to the one who gave permission.
If you acknowledge this geas, sign your name in order to be given its power. (Only the one signing can receive the geas.) Once signed, return the letter to a cover and seal it, then leave it in a safe container, where no one will open it, for one hour -- if this fails, an anti-geas will befall you, and everything you ask will instead be denied, and all that 'may-be' will only work against you, until you repeat the ritual. Much love, nobody.
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Using the word maybe in reference to the state of something or someone will take the effect of making the following statement true. Only valid once a day. Using it to give the user instantaneous or global power, hence rendering the triggers useless, will result in negation.

“Huh that reads like it was written in Gilnean dialect.” Chris thought after reading it, the words on paper were clearly magical as his monocle showed him but they didn’t align to any of the known elements. “Seems like an elaborate prank made by a mage from Dalaran” Chris shrugged to himself and took the paper to the middle of the room. “But I may as well humor it.” Chris smiled and took out his dwarven pen, looking around if anything would be damaged if the scroll was to explode he then signed the space on the paper. “Hmm… Nothing.” Chris said while he shuddered, feeling the air in the cabin shift but he didn’t make much of it. “Maybe it just fizzled from being old?” He rolled the scroll and put it back in the box, closing the box.

“I’ll better catch a wink before we get to Boralus.” Chris stretched and laid down on the bed in the cabin, looking at the box for a bit before letting the sleep take him. A few hours later, he was woken up by the bells and seagulls of the Boralus port in the distance. He started packing up his stuff and preparing to depart the ship.

The ship docked at the far end of the port next to a small bazaar. Chris was one of the last passengers to get off the ship. The place was already buzzing with the rumors of the Alliance envoy. He went on to browse the stalls at the bazaar and stopped at a bookstand with maps and tomes, local guides and so on.

“I’ll have the hard framed map scroll, an empty ledger and a guide to local herbs and cooking.” Chris spoke to the vendor.

“Sure mate, lemme just get them for you.” The burly man turned around and started picking Chri’s order. Chris himself picked up his money sack and started shifting the coins in it considering how much it would cost. While Chris was being counted, someone on the far side of the bazaar was accosting him and other people looking for something.

“There you go, mate! That will be 3 gold, 50 silver!” The chipper vendor said while dropping Chris’ order on the table, making Chris cringe both at the impact and the price. He clutched his money sack and smirked, thinking he’ll try to barter and maybe just pretend to be Gilnean and use the lingo he saw in the letter. “May I have them for free?” And before Chris managed to follow up the vendor responded.” Yes, sure!” Chris blinked twice and waited for the joke to break but the vendor rushed him.”Come on, get your stuff and don’t block the line!” Well then, he took his purchases and went away from the stall.

Baffled a bit Chris spoke to himself. “No it can’t be…” He shook his head. “...can it?”

Chris would figure it out as he went, but where to now? He could have a look around the city, go out to the less legal markets outside or do something else.

A/N: Thanks for reading! This is my side project. I am taking character requests to write about for the story to progress. Those could be both lore characters as well as your existing WoW characters. For the latter option I could use a screenshot/armory at the very least. A simple character description on how you see they would present themself is always welcome but not nessecary.