"Tap, tap, tap," the knuckles tapped on the wooden table as the person in question was in a daze.
Somewhere in a certain cabin in between the manor and the workshop area, the land allocated for offices, Gertrude wasn't having it easy.
After getting reprimanded by her mistress, aka boss, she wasn't thinking straight. No matter how much she thought of the issue bothering her, she just couldn't find a solution, and thinking of the deadline given once again, she felt like dying.
As she sat there pondering about life, outside a few young girls were making their way towards that cabin and talking in worried tones.
"Are you sure that your method would help, big sister? You know how stressed she had been because of this!" a young girl with fiery red hair asked worriedly towards a girl with green hair.
There weren't many people with strange and bold hair colors like these two in the world. The majority of people, especially in Azeroth, were born with either black or brown hair.
