Now that they now had a decent party, the group decided to stay at the Orcish stronghold. Kayandre and Sekanai rummaged through the Orcish belongings to find some useful things, while the others put a meal together. Well, it was mostly Terintha who put the meal together while Verdal stuck close, most probably out of fear. Cecelia was inspecting the corpse, not being shy on where she put her hands; over blood wounds or in garments.

Cecelia pulled something out of and began to inspect it, "Ah, I think I found something…"

Terintha tore her attention away from the food, "What is it?"

"A… vial of some sort," Cecelia spoke, clearly curious on what the contents was.

The vial was large, even in a night elf's hands. The glass was clear revealing a viscous green liquid with a dull glow.

"It looks like poison," Kayandre appeared behind Cecelia, making her jump and dropping the vial. With an effortless quick hand, Kayandre caught it before it hit the ground.

"Kayandre!" Cecelia's pale face began to redden.

A smile began to manifest on Kayandre's face, "Sorry."

Sekanai Ashecroft hauled massive amounts of meat and other cookery materials. His attention was also caught by this peculiar vial, "The stopper… It's titanium and saronite, I believe."

Kayandre brought the vial to her eyes, "Yes, I think you're right. This glass has most definitely been enchanted by the arcane. This… is something quite potent."

"Concentrated?" Cecelia suggested with raised eyebrows.

Kayandre nodded, "Most probably. This poison was going to be used for something large, or something usually resistant to poison."

"And what're we to do?" Verdal watched the vial with wary eyes.

Apart from the sizzling coming from the cooking pot, the group was silent.

Sekanai looked at Terintha, "Didn't you have plans?"

"I did, yes. But… this changes everything. For all we know, this could've been used to poison our water supply, or worse the moonwells of Ashenvale."

Terintha's suggestion brought a grim atmosphere. Tainting a moonwell was wrong, and such a sight would clearly be an omen.

"Is… something burning?" Sekanai said, breaking the heavy silence.

"Stars above! No!" Terintha fussed her way back to the pot while keeping some her attention to the group.

"Well, it's clear this is a lot more dangerous that we thought. These orcs are most definitely planning something bigger than we anticipated," Kayandre looked around at the others.

Terintha frowned as she stirred the thickening stew, "I think it may be wise to inform Sister Nhaera and Brother Fierse about this."

The other nodded, while Verdal remained impartial; this was all new to him.

"But first! Stew!" Cecelia said loudly, lifting everyone from their rather gloomy moods. She nearly tripped over herself scrambling to the bowls they managed to salvage.