A'dal looked around at the fugitive Azerothians that he promised to protect. They were moping about and melancholy. They had been this way since they found out that everything they had or knew on Azeroth was obliterated by Kil'Jaedan's armies. The other Naaru had gotten to work closing the entrance to the tunnel and opening a portal to a new planet to inhabit. Outland was doomed. A'dal knew of no one that could help save it - Shattrath City was overrun and was the new breeding ground for those despicable Legion demons.
They had found this cave when fleeing from the what seemed infinite masses of demons chasing after them. The Naaru had no problem moving around but the Azerothian survivors were tired, scared, and depressed and were not moving fast enough. Luckily, they all had beasts tamed to transport them place to place faster which helped a great deal. And eventually they found this cave large enough to fit all of them comfortably in Zangarmarsh. There was no wildlife to be seen around, or anything else for that matter - they were all killed by the Legion. Everything that they knew about Outland was about to change.
Ka'nal, A'dal's most trusted assistant and lieutenant floated over to A'dal, "A'dal, the Legion has backed off and retreated back to Shattrath."
"At least there is some good news" A'dal said.
"Yes well, there is also some bad news. We have not been able to locate Velen. We lost him somewhere in Zangarmarsh and he has not made any signs to try and locate us. Probably so he doesn't attract unwanted attention to himself. "
"I am sure that he has not fallen into the hands of the Legion or we would've known. He wasn't far from us when we lost sight of him."
"Yes. That is true"
"Umm. A'dal? I think that Lady Whisperwind is in need of your immediate attention." Said one of the Night Elf survivors.
"Yes where is she?"
"In that corner, sir."
"There is no need to call me sir, child."
"Thank you, A'dal."
Tyrande had come to Outland in fear that she would be killed when the Legion invaded Teldrassil. She took as many Night Elves as she could through a portal that was kept secret in the dark chambers below the Temple of the Moon in Darnassus. She had tried to see if she could get Malfurion out of the Stormrage Barrow Dens, but she was unable and he was killed while he was in the Emerald dream. Now she was here, with the Naaru, and the Night Elves that survived the ordeal at Shattrath.
"A'dal," Tyrande whispered, "I fear that Malfurion will be corrupted by the Legion. Druids cut off from the Emerald Slumber can become horrifically vile and evil. Malfurion is powerful enough to maintain enough mentality to be able to use his skills to kill, for the Legion. He can pose a threat, as his amulet can sense where I am."
"We must hope for the best. There is nothing we can do."
Tyrande kept silent.
"I am sorry." A'dal said.