Days have passed, and the trio have given the night elf a valuable teacher; a female Worgen mage, by the name of Veranin, who has learned years worth of training. Although the elder Worgen was able to teach Celestia several new abilities, the night elf still continued to keep her past a secret, not even sharing any hints with her tutor. Gadge thinks that Celestia is just stubborn, while Garonim thinks that the trio needed to give her more time to get used to them. Cyrus, stubborn as any human paladin, keeps trying to get her to talk, but ends up with a cold glare.

One night, Celestia was sitting onto the edge of a balcony. She didn't mind if she fell; if she did, she would have landed gracefully. But that didn't matter, for she was focused on the starlight, the reason why she was named. She felt that someone was there, but decided to wait for the voice of her guest.

"You okay?" the familiar voice said.

Celestia knew that the voice belong to Cyrus; she has memorized the names and the voices of the three explorers during her time. She allowed the human to sit by her, despite the feeling of distress; like most night elves, she preferred the company of herself rather than the company of others.

The human knew he had to figure out what was wrong with her, but at the same time he knew that she would rather attack him than talk about herself. But he had to try.

"Listen," he said in a calm yet serious tone. "I know you don't trust any of us, whether it's me, my friends, or your tutor. But you can't let this experience chain you down like a dog. You have to let go of it. It will help-"

"I bet your family wasn't killed in front of your eyes!"

This reaction caught Cyrus off guard. Never in his life had he felt so surprised, and yet so startled at the same time.

The night elf was now furious; she couldn't take the fact that this human wanted to help him, yet he doesn't know what is wrong with her. She thinks that the human wouldn't care if a night elf family was slaughtered, or even the fact that a child saw her family massacred in front of her very eyes. Anger turned into misery, and tears began to bubble out of her eyes again.

"You don't know…" she sobbed softly. "You will never understand…"

"Not if you won't tell me exactly what happened. Who did it? We can stop him, turn him in to Varian, the leader of the Alliance, and he will deal with the murderer. You just have to trust me."

Those words, as dumb as the night elf thought they were, touched her heart in a way that she never thought words could. For the first time in a very long time, she could trust someone, someone who could help her, whether it has to do with revenge or healing a shattered heart. She told the human all about the Orc named Bloodshed, and how he spared her only because she couldn't fight back. This was the truth, the human could tell, but it boiled his blood to hear about a member of the Horde trying to break apart the peace between the Alliance and the Horde.

"I'll set up a Wanted poster for this 'Bloodshed', and we'll make sure that, whoever finds him, will bring him back…dead or alive," Cyrus said to Celestia, trying to hold his anger. "I'll be right back." As he finished his sentence, he got up, and headed towards the Wanted posters area. Celestia sat there, wondering if it was the right thing to do, to talk about her problems with some human.

Later, Cyrus, Gadge, and Garonim headed towards a dwarf who was putting up Wanted posters of various creatures; they ranged from pitiful human thieves, stealing from the weak and inexperienced, to the full-fledge murderers, who's only goal in life is to kill the blood of an enemy, be a child or an adult.

"Excuse me, sir?" Cyrus asked the dwarf. "Can you put up a bounty on someone?"

"Aye, what be the troublesome brute's name, lad?" the dwarf replied with a jolly voice.

"An Orc by the name of…" Cyrus pulled out a piece of paper. "…Bloodshed."

The jolly expression of the dwarf suddenly disappeared. Without saying a word, he used the steps that he uses to put up the Wanted posters, ripped off an old piece of paper, and, after stepping down, handed the paper to the human.

The paper contained a picture of an Orc with a large scar over his right eye. Like Thrall, this Orc had little hair, and had two short tusks. The name of this Orc transformed Cyrus's confusion into total fear.

Antiro Bloodshed

Price: 9,000 gold

Crime: Killing innocent members of the Alliance, along with Horde members who were acquainted with the Alliance peace keepers.

Current Location: Unknown

This Orc has ruined more than just the life of one night elf; he has deliberately tried to destroy the peace between the Horde and the Alliance. Judging from the moss that grew on the upper right corner of the paper, Antiro must have had a bounty on his head for a long time.

"Ten years we've been lookin' for that monster," the dwarf said with dissatisfaction. "Those few that did find him ended up with their heads off of their shoulders. I would look for another bounty, lad, for this will be the last fight of your life." And with that, the dwarf walked off.

Cyrus was startled; an Orc with so much hatred for the Alliance that he kills Horde members who want peace? It is true that some Orcs consider blood and honor as the same thing, but obviously this was not the case.

"Hang on," the gnome said. "There's something on the bottom."

Cyrus looked at the bottom left corner and found out that Gadge was right; there is something on the bottom.

If you have any info of the persecutor, contact Jaina Proudmore for the Alliance, or contact Bairne Bloodhoof for the Horde.

"Well guys," Cyrus said. "The only thing to do is to set up a meeting."

"A meeting between who?" the draenei asked.

"A meeting between the Lady of the Alliance and the Leader of the Tauren."