Disclaimer: I do NOT own World of Warcraft, that is property of Blizzard Entertainment. I do however claim ownership of Aethoris, he is of my own creative design.
Blood streaming down his front he stumbled into the nearest alleyway. Aethoris' vision blurred and his senses dulled. He growled as he realized that if he didn't reach aide in time soon he would die, worse than die, he'd die in the street like a common beggar. Most likely tossed into the harbor with no ceremony. He struggled too hard to allow that fate to befall himself. He tried to remember where he was going as he hurried along the alleyways. "Left here, right here, left here, left here," he muttered to himself as he executed each turn.
He focused on what had just occurred to him as a distraction from the pain he was suffering from. The deadly wound in his belly made this no easy task. Slipping on the uneven cobblestones the city planners decided use to pave this poverty stricken area. Certain he was going the correct route to Artemus' hide out, he let his mind drift...