The sky was overcast in Orgrimmar while Lp stood near the bank, watching his orders being followed. The Naga had ordered more sacrifices and so they were getting them. The plague that was mild before, now held the city in a death grip. Lp smiled. This was all his doing. Strong warriors wearing his colors carried litters on which they placed an unseemly amount of dead bodies and carried them out to the zeppelins. The zeppelins would carry the bodies to Azshara and drop them in a designated spot.

Lp was not worried about the wealth of Orgrimmar. With less people alive, there were less to feed and a single person could be made to labor like five if he was used correctly. Several of his warriors got close to him with one of the litters. Lp scowled at them and told them to watch it.

Normally, Lp wouldn't have gone far from his throne room, trusting tings like overseeing to his cronies, but Lp wanted to see his orders in action. It was a powerful thing, being able to order death.

Auctionbeer picked up his mail from the mailbox near the bank of Orgrimmar. He started sifting through bill after bill, throwing them all on the ground. He was a royal advisor, he had no bills. He was searching through his mail at a rapid pace, looking for what he wanted.

Lp rolled his eyes with impatience. "Fool. Find it already!"

Beads of sweat started to form on Auctionbeer's forehead at he searched to no avail. The Orc nervously looked up at Lp and stammered, "I uh… sir… It's not here. I-I don't know what could have happened. It was all so perfect…"

Lp squeezed his hands in anger. Why must he be surrounded by incompetent fools? Why wasn't anyone as awesome and flawless as he was? "Auctionbeer. You said you would have notice. Three days ago."

The Orc shifted. He didn't understand what could have gone wrong. His agent was supposed to notify him just a few days earlier. What stopped him? Maybe he ran, thought Auctionbeer, took the money and ran. When the Orc suggested this, Lp whacked him across the face.

"You imbecile! It is obvious that you will never get this done. I must do everything myself. They are just six stupid kids, how can they evade all of your assassination attempts unless you yourself are utterly fail?"

Auctionbeer bowed his head. He was shaking and afraid. Lp always frightened him when he was angry. "I-I'm sorry, my Lord. I don't understand it. I am such a failure, but I can do better this time I swear!"

"No. You haven't the skills obviously. It will take someone as great as me to defeat these upstarts. That's right, be jealous. Now there's only the matter of your failure to deal with…" Lp murmured and eyed his guards.

Two heavily armored guards grabbed Auctionbeer and dragged him out of the city. Lp smiled. He must do away with the incompetent fools to make way for real talent like himself.

Auctionbeer's screams were heard as he was being dragged from the city grounds and were heard for some time after. He yelled to the citizens of Orgrimmar for assistance and begged Lp to forgive him. No one really cared. No one came to his rescue. When the screams came to an abrupt halt, nothing much was said about it.

Lp immediately set off to work. There was much to be done in preparation for his future visitors. Lp ordered his guards to bring him his throne and he ordered several servants to prepare food. Last he told a young squire to spread the word throughout the city. Lp was having a party. And everyone was invited.

Bjorn woke up to the inn keeper having an argument. The Tauren wanted to wring the guy's neck. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. The argument was about some woman who had apparently been unfaithful. Bjorn rolled his eyes. The inn keeper couldn't keep a woman. In Bjorn's opinion, the inn keeper was a sad excuse for a man.

When the argument escalated, Tyran also woke up, but instead of getting out of bed the traditional way, the elf fell off. Rubbing his head, Tyran stood up and surveyed the room. He nodded to Bjorn and smiled. The rest of his companions were still asleep.

Tyran frowned. They shouldn't be sleeping, this was his big day! This was certainly no time for sleep. It was probably high noon already and Tyran wanted to destroy Lp. He didn't want to wait another night.

His companions didn't want to wait another night either, for more than one good reason. They all wanted to get to Orgrimmar to administer the cure for the plague, that's true. But they also wanted Tyran to get his chance at Lp so he would stop relating his future glories to them all. Tyran had been quiet through Felwood but now that they were much closer to their destination, he was telling stories more vigorously than ever. And none of them were original.

Almost as if on cue, a loud crash was heard. Bjorn chuckled, he would have bet his fortune that the woman was now throwing pots and pans at the inn keeper. What a pathetic loser. Now he was getting beat by a woman. Ylanna and Shei woke with a start. Rehck's wolf, who was allowed to reside within the inn without much argument—another sign of weakness on the inn keeper's part—jumped on his master and woke him. Rhukaa was still annoyingly asleep.

Tyran debated whether he should kick the warlock awake or not. His sleep was induced by a potion and was unnatural and the elf didn't know if it was safe to wake him up. The decision was completely taken out of his hands when Shei pushed him out of his bed. Bjorn laughed some more.

"Time to go," Bjorn stated shortly. No one argued, though Rhukaa did glare at him as if his pain were all his fault. The Tauren grinned in return. He wouldn't have woken the warlock, but he thought it was fine that Rhukaa suspected him of some heinous crime.

The group headed out of the room and ignored the inn keeper who now had a giant, red welt on his head. Had they any money, they would have thrown him a tip, but Rhukaa didn't feel like sacrificing any more of his herbs so they left.

Bjorn and Tyran worked together to carry Rehck, who was still wrapped in bandages, out of the inn. They carried him to the stables and Bjorn fastened him securely to his hippogryph. Tyran strapped Rehck's wolf into his own mount. Once everyone was secure, Shei told the hippogryphs carrying the cure to fly ahead of them. After seeing them make a safe ascension, the companions followed suit, heading for Orgrimmar.

Ylanna clung tightly to her mount, trying not to look down. She would choose riding on a ship over a hippogryph any day. The group passed over the rest of The Crossroads and flew over great expanses of desert that somehow seemed to be shorter when they had come through the first time. Soon enough, they were flying over the Goblin city of Ratchet. Shei knew she was just imagining things, but she thought she saw one of the harbor masters glare at them.

The hippogryphs flew fast but it seemed almost as if time had frozen for them and each moment took hours. They were so close to Orgrimmar but it seemed almost as if they were being pushed away. Tyran noticed no change in time and it all went fast for him. He was excited. He'd finally get to destroy Lp once and for all!

"Tyran, don't forget what we practiced. You're going to need to use everything you know and can think of to destroy Lp. He's powerful and uses magic," counseled Bjorn. Tyran nodded, he understood. He wasn't going to let his mind fly that far into fantasy. He will destroy Lp but it won't be without a complete use of every skill he has ever picked up.

Tyran knew it wouldn't be easy. He remembered the first time he faced Lp and how close he had come to death. The elf looked at his friends and smiled. He had the best friends in the world. They had saved his life before they even knew him, and about twenty times after that.

In the distance, Tyran saw a large dot and knew it was Orgrimmar. To think he was just minutes away from facing the greatest villain of all time! The bards would sing great songs of him for eons and ages to come. The elf forced his mind to become calm, and use his confidence as power, not a hindrance. He looked to all of his friends who had come this far with him. "I want to thank you all for giving me this chance. You won't be disappointed, I swear it!"

Rehck shook his head carefully, not wanting to rip the bandages. "Kid, we wouldn't be disappointed in you no matter what. You just do your best out there. For Orgrimmar, for the resistance!"

Bjorn roared in agreement. He was glad to have Rehck back. As they approached the big dot, they realized that something was going on down on the ground. Rhukaa squinted his eyes and realized that Lp was sitting in his throne, outside of Orgrimmar, with lines of people and food surrounding him. Lp sat, throne facing them, waiting. Shei ordered the Hippogryphs holding the cure to rest on the top of Orgrimmar. There was business to attend to at the entrance.