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The Troll crouched beside the small body that had washed ashore just East from Lakeshire.
"Dey fin'ly got ya, Am'da?" he muttered, then scratched one tusk while looking at the ground.
Murloc tracks. It explained why Amada's armor was missing. Her weapons likely were laying at the bottom of the falls.
"'Spose dey'll go to waste down dere," he muttered while looking towards the waterfall, and then shook his head. "'Course, ya aren't one to make dat easy, stupid gnome." He frowned when he didn't receive a sharp response, and then sighed. No matter how long he waited there, the gnome had no intention of returning to her body.
"Da hell with ya, den," he snapped while standing up, and then crossed his arms over his chest. "Ya go ahead and be a coward. Ya make da rest o'us rogues look bad 'nyway."
"Ta'Kun, what are you doing?"
The Troll turned and frowned at the Blood Elf. "Just be checkin' for booty. What ya want, Yokano?"
The warlock smirked while looking at Amada. "It's about time we were rid of that filthy creature. She was always one step ahead." He looked sternly at Ta'Kun. "You would almost think she had some warning."
"Told ya before not to underestimate a rogue, Mon," Ta'Kun replied sharply.
"So you have," Yokano replied with a smirk. "Finish salvaging anything useful. The others and I are going ahead to Duskwood."
"Be right behind ya," Ta'Kun replied, and then watched sternly as the Blood Elf walked away. When he could no longer see Yokano, he knelt next to the gnome again and looked at her. "It be our secret," he said while rubbing the back of his fingers lightly against her cheek. "Be good to da spirit healer, Luv."
Without another word he pocketed the money pouch that had been tied to her belt, then stood and walked away.
After all, only feelings and secrets could be taken to the grave.