A/N Special thanks to Aerospace( .com) for the amazing cover art.
This story is a sequel to my last story, Aftermath. However, you should be able to enjoy this story even if you did not read that one.
As I left for the temple I noticed the stick on our mailbox was up. Mail! I thought it might be from Kroger. He had been accepted into Stormwind's secret service, SI:7, and had been away for the last month. I took out the letter. It was addressed to me from the SI:7 headquarters in Stormwind. I tore open the envelope and read.
Lady Hightower,
Please visit SI:7 headquarters as soon as possible. I must discuss a very serious matter with you in person.
Mathias Shaw
I felt a tightness in my stomach. This had to be about Kroger. What could have happened to him? I pocketed the letter and took off running towards the city.
When I arrived at the SI:7 building I was out of breath and had a pain in my side. Shaw was there to meet me at the entrance.
"Jewel. Are you alright?"
"Just…catching..breath," I gasped.
"Come in." Shaw led me through the building and had me sit at a large desk covered with maps and scrolls. He fetched me a glass of water and sat down at the other end of the desk.
"This is about Kroger, isn't it?" I asked. Shaw nodded. "Is he alright?"
Shaw let out a sigh. "I wish I could say so. A few days ago his unit was ambushed by a gang of Syndicate. Some of ours were killed and he was captured. I'm hoping he's still alive, but I can't say anything for sure."
"The Syndicate?" I had heard of them before. They were a group of thieves and murderers run by the exiled nobles who had sided with the horde during the second war.
We both sat there in silence for some time. My mind was filled with scenes of Kroger being killed in all kinds of horrible ways. They nearly overwhelmed me before I could banish them.
"What can I do?" I said finally.
Shaw revealed a slight grin. "I figured you would say that. With most of our forces in the TwilightHighlands and elsewhere I can't field a large force for an assault, and they would be expecting a traditional stealth operation. So that's why I figured I could use someone like you."
"How?"
"Intel on the local leader indicates he has an appetite for the company of women. You could use this to infiltrate Northfold Manor for us. Plus we could make use of your priest abilities."
Shaw wanted me to go and try to get with some Syndicate thug? How disgusting. But I would never be able to live with myself if something I didn't do could have helped Kroger.
"I'll do it."
Shaw nodded. "Be here tomorrow at dawn. And take this." He handed me a vial filled with light blue liquid. "It's a sleeping potion. It might help you."
After working at the cathedral and letting them know I would be gone for a few days, I got myself prepared for the next day.
I figured the robes I had begun wearing since becoming a priest wouldn't have the right effect. Neither would the practical pants and shirts I had always worn in Gilneas. I looked at some of the edgier outfits, but none of them suited me. I had never been into fashion and parties like some of the other Gilnean girls.
I was about to give up when one outfit caught my attention. It was a long purple skirt with matching low cut top. I tried it on and stood before a mirror. It showed me off nicely without being too much and made me feel confident and sexy. I smirked at the thought of how Kroger would react to seeing me like this. Then my mood crashed back down as I remembered why I was there.
That evening before going to sleep I sat down on the floor for my usual prayers, but it was hard to concentrate with so much on my mind. Was Kroger alive? Or what if he was alive but was suffering? And what was going to happen to me tomorrow? I felt a hot tear running down my cheek.
I had to be strong, though. I closed my eyes and began to recite from memory, concentrating on the meaning of each of the words until I lost myself in them.
When I finally opened my eyes I knew I was ready for whatever would happen.
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