Of course, why there would be anyone here, rather then entirely at Silvermoon City - was a mystery. This was the Horde capital of the Eastern Kingdoms however; and the only Horde city on the continent at risk of attack. Perhaps the citizens that weren't Forsaken he saw, were merely soldiers in disguise.
Of course; from time-to-time, there were anomalies. Half-elves visiting human family, Argent Crusaders inspecting the city for signs of treachery of Alliance races. The only shop he ever visited; a quaint little place where coffee and other things were served, was always monitored by Kor'kron arcanists, to detect whether or not anything served was laced.
When he walked in however, the Kor'kron had their axes at the shopkeeper; a Forsaken, with the most dreadful hair imaginable; cut in a mohawk. Then he noticed something else. One of the Kor'kron, a male, was holding the shopkeeper up with his hands, seemingly choking him.
'Under the jurisdiction of the Kor'kron, you are to be executed for heinous crimes against the Horde,' the Kor'kron said in a gruff voice. The two flanking him were turned away from Strauser.
'No... I - I merely used magic to enhance the flavour of...' the shop-keeper said, attempting to reach for his knife within his pocket. The Kor'kron flanking the left of the leader, noticed this. He took the knife out, then jabbed it into the side of the shopkeeper's waist. Strauser couldn't tell if he was in pain or not. And, he was too frightened to interfere.
The Kor'kron leader then threw the shop-keeper onto the counter, and drew out his axe. The two besides him held him down to prevent him from escaping. Laughing, he then swang the axe down into his neck. Strauser was shocked beyond belief. Extrajudiciary killings by the Orcs... on Forsaken territory? This was more tyrannical then Sylvannas' reign of madness.
The Kor'kron then turned towards him, shattering his frozen state. He ran, with his telescope and notebook still burdening him, out the shop and through the street. The Kor'kron began to run after him, but he had planned for emergencies. The rockets on his sandals activated, causing him to fly off, knocking many down in his path. By now, it was broad daylight, giving him little chance of escaping.
Seeing an alley, he turned towards it. What he did not see however, was the goblin-trash compressor in front of him. Colliding into it, his rocket boots exploded, and he fell onto the concrete pavement in a daze. On one side of the alley was buildings, the other, a wall. Lying on the ground; consumed by the headache, he immediately noticed something that pressed down on his heart, his vision too dazed to see it; however. This was the end, it seemed.
'So it would seem that our Alliance spy has been apprehended, at last,' a familiar voice said. It was the Kor'kron woman, once more. He was too frozen to respond.
'You were running from the two Kor'kron, yes? Your tongue got you into trouble once more?' she said. He mustered up strength to talk.
'No, my eyes, it would seem,' he said. His eyes partially cleared, and he could see through her helm, her eyes widen.
'To see a Forsaken executed for practising fel magic,' he continued.
'I don't trust you, maggot,' she said, grabbing him with her hands, and hauling him over her shoulder. Walking out of the alley into the sunlight, Strauser began to scream.
'HELP! HELP! I'M BEING REPRESSED!' he yelled, but the crowds only looked at him in confusement. Many of them were gathered around a Forsaken standing on several stacked boxes, who had turned his attention over to Strauser.
