AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
AN: Hehehe.
The darkness of the long set sun of Quel'Thalas told Creed it was time to go to Draenor. Creed sighed as she rolled the last of the scrolls into the different boxes she mentally labeled as 'useless information' and 'important information'. The tombs magically organized themselves back onto the shelves after she was done for the day.
Her notes were very crucial to her case. Creed quickly stacked them, rolled them, and tied a red ribbon around them. While she took a breather, she reached into her satchel and began to prep her daggers with a crippling poison and deadly poison; a look of frustration came over her face.
'Tanaan awaits, if only the Iron Horde did too...'
Purple orbs searched the opening to the room where Rommath had gone; his students left long ago to rest, and she found him hovered over a runic table where he was working on a spell that was glowing with symbols in a circle over the top of the surface.
'Asshole or not, he is good with magic. Really good,' Creed bitterly thought.
Instead of disturbing him, she walked out the door to Lor'themar was still reading some scrolls on his desk in the glow of the fire nearby.
"These are my findings of today. I shall be back tomorrow as usual to continue... there is so much information about this issue," Creed sighed in defeat as Lor'themar gently took the rolled paper parcel in her hand.
"Thank you. I understand your frustration, Creed. We wish for this issue to be resolved as much as you do, Rommath even more," Lor'themar replied as he began to untie the ribbon to her notes.
"Goodnight, Lor'themar. You too, Halduron." Creed bid both elves a farewell as she took out her hearthstone.
In a flash she was gone. Halduron tiredly looked over to the papers Lor'themar was carefully scouting through. A look of surprise flashed over the curious eye of the Regent Lord which made Halduron curious now. Then a small smirk came over the Regent Lord's lips when he turned the paper over and saw there was a small writing peaking through the paper from the ink.
"What is it, my friend? Does the evidence look that bad against us?" The only response he got was the papers being handed to him. Halduron read it then turned the page his friend had turned over and read it.
"Hmm...," Halduron snorted with laughter and smirked which caught Rommath as he exited his quarters.
"What is it, Brightwing?" The smirk on his friends pale lips made Rommath annoyed and a little cautious as he caught the sight of the papers in Halduron's hands.
Rommath scanned the papers and felt a tick hit his nerve. He felt his viridian eyes twitch and he growled at the small note on the back of the parchment. He couldn't help but grind his teeth in frustration at the blatant and disrespectful message.
Learn to stop being a overbearing, chauvinistic, know it all, Rommath
**Draenor: Shadowmoon Valley- Lunarfall**
"Greetings Commander," Lieutenant Thorn nodded at Creed as she wobbly walked forward after the hearth.
"Thorn. How is my garrison doing?" Thorn smirked.
"Like you need to ask, Commander." Creed smirked too.
"Is Rulkan here, Thorn?" Lieutenant Thorn looked confused at her Commander's sudden question.
"Yes sir. She got back a few hours ago. I don't have any missions that require her as of yet." Creed nodded.
"Good. I need her for a personal mission." Lieutenant Thorn gave a serious look at her Commander and saw the desperate need in her mauve colored orbs.
"Yes, Sir. I will personally grab her." Lieutenant Thorn left Town Hall quickly, returning with the slightly breathless Orc Enhancement Shaman.
"Commander, you requested me?" Rulkan stands straight up and bows her head a little.
"Everyone please leave the room except for you Rulkan." Everyone filed out and both Commander and Shaman stood over the Draenor map.
"Rulkan, this mission... is very personal. No one but you and I must know of it. I am highly counting on you," Creed began.
"I need you to search for a Horde member. Because you are an Orc you can advance into Horde base, Vol'mar, without much detection. I need you to find me a Sin'Dorei named Wynrion Dawnstriker, he is a Protection Paladin. Anything you can find on him or if you can find him at all, please let me know." Rulkan looked at her leader's utmost serious expression as she pointed to the Val'mar base on the Draenor map.
"Commander, before I say anything... why are you looking for this Blood Elf?" Rulkan asked, curious of her leaders request.
"It is for a woman I meet in Silvermoon City who wants nothing more than her husband and the father of her child to come home or at the very least know that he is alive or dead," Creed startled Rulkan with the answer, but nodded.
"You are a good woman, Commander. When shall I leave?" Rulkan smirked.
"Immediately."
"Yes, Commander."
'By the Light, please let this work...' Creed prayed as she observed Rulkan leave for the Garrison's front gate.
A sigh escaped her as Creed grabbed a gryphon for her journey to Lion's Watch. She felt sweat break out at the thought of entering into the demon realm soon.
'To the Throne of Kil'jaeden next.'