She awoke some time later in her room at the Gallow's End. As she sat up weakly, she found that she was alone. She had no idea how she had gotten there. The last thing she remembered was becoming so angry she was afraid that she would lose control, and then spotting one of those horrible gnolls. Limply getting out of bed, she checked her equipment. All there. She was pretty beat up, but that didn't matter, because the magic holding her together seemed to be just fine. Shrugging, she went to the door to look for some answers.

As soon as she stepped out of her room, a Death Guard approached her. "How are you?"

Drizelda looked surprised. "Much better, thanks, but I seem to have lost my memory."

The Death Guard smirked. "Lost your memory, eh? Well, it seems that you just single handedly annihilated an entire camp of gnolls."

Drizelda looked back blankly. "I what?"

The Death Guard laughed. "You must have had quite a beating. You've been out for the better part of two days, and now you can't even remember? Listen, the rest of your party is waiting downstairs, but why don't you take a minute and gather yourself up first?"

She nodded absently and stepped back inside her room. She took the Death Guard's advice, but failed to recover her memory, so she figured the only thing to do was get back out there and get some answers.

As she stepped down the final flight of stairs, all eyes turned to her. The hunter from before yelled, "All hail Drizelda, Gnoll-Slayer!"

"All hail!"

She was instantly swept up by the mob, riding on a wave of success that she wasn't aware she had earned. She tried her best to act like it, though, as she heard snippets of her accomplishments:

"…ya see her? Turned 'em ta dust, I tell ya! twelve, gone, jus' like that…"

"…took 'is head clean off…"

"…went crazy! Most people would smash with a mace, but she has to go and poke it clean through the wrong way…"

"…or she'll tear out yer arm!"

She seemed to have instantly made friends of the entire town. The rest of the day was spent in dramatic re-enactments of whatever she could glean from the conversations around her. When she finally retired to her room, she was exhausted. As she hit her bed, she thought how funny it was how many friends you could make so quickly. And how, a week from now, they would all doubtless have forgotten.

Despite her depressing thoughts, however, news of her tale reached into the upper levels of the Forsaken command, where her name was never mentioned without a good note.

And, in her next few missions, Drizelda took note of the subtle increase in respect. It didn't happen overnight, but the combined effect of the rumors surrounding her gnoll camp escapade, her newly perfected groveling ability, and simply the lack of too many others doing the same thing, gave her a quick edge. And, as she was assigned more and more difficult missions by the Forsaken, she was granted more and more spells by Hathor. It was a few months more, but as the command began to take more and more notice of her, she suspected that she would soon be assigned to something far more than the simple mop-up and gathering missions she had seen so far. Her suspicions were confirmed when rumors began floating around of a major Scourge assault, nowhere near the Bulwark. She decided that, if she was ever going to get out of this to see Richard, now was her chance.

It shocked her to look back on the date, but a year and a half had passed. It had taken her months in DeathKnell before she was assigned to hunt the Scarlet Crusade, then another two weeks to do that. She had spent months in Brill as well, and she knew they were about to assign her to SilverPine Forest. Thanks to her Scarlet Crusade hunt, she now knew how to deal with any Alliance that she came across, though hopeful her new Mind Soothe spell would make sure it didn't come to that. Now was her chance.

Walking resolutely into Undercity, she bought the darkest, heaviest, most-inconspicuous looking cloak she could find. She wished it was winter; that would make the cloak all the more commonplace, but it was only fall. She shrugged, knowing that she had no other alternative. She walked up to he bat master, drew him aside, and said, "I'm on a mission. What the closest you can get me to Stormwind, and quick?"

The bat master, used to ignoring his patron's reasons, looked a bit shocked at this, but ignored it.

"Well, I could get you to Kargath, then to Grom' Gol…"

"Perfect." She slapped four gold down in his palm, almost all she had managed to save. "Nobody knows I left here, and you give me the fastest, most reliable bat you have."

His eyes widening at the money, he nodded.

Even though she had never ridden a bat before, her determination quelled her queasy stomach. The black of night was just beginning, so she hardly even saw he landscape soaring by underneath her. A few hours later, she quietly dismounted at Grom'Gol, and paid the batmaster a few silver to forget her presence. It wasn't long before she was within sight of Stormwind.