The tall, dark haired Forsaken priestess moved fast through the gathered crowd, her robe getting tangled in the weeds as she walked, which she kept pulling up absently every time. She made her way with her white staff, hitting - seemingly by mistake - everyone that was unfortunate to be in her way.
"Move... Move..." she kept whispering in her hoarse voice, but no one seemed to listen.
"Animals..." she mumbled to herself and proceed to wave her staff in front of her, clearing her path by force, hitting heads, shoulders, arms and backs of the gathered crowd, drawing surprised gasps and puffs of the bystanders. Regardless, a path seemed to clear in front of her.
The entrance of the tent was blocked by a tall Tauren warrior, clad in armor from head to toe. He seemed as surprised as she was at the ruckus he had created. His huge, kind eyes were looking around confused, as he did not understand the anger of the crowd.
"He is infected! I can smell the foul stench of death from here!" a raspy, angry voice rose from the back of the crowd. The source of the voice, a strong built orc shaman was making her way hastily to the tent.
" It's foul magic, it can spread to all of us, just like the plague did!" she added while pacing towards the front of the gathering, her eyes darting from side to side, waiting for the results of her words. A a low murmur of approval from the angry crowd was slowly becoming louder, and she proudly smiled. The Tauren shook his head.
"He is not a threat to us..." His deep voice rumbled towards the disgruntled mob
"Hah!" The orc smirked " How can you tell? "
"I just know." The Tauren said in a low voice.
The orc female hissed, getting closer. She finally advanced to the front of the crowd, facing the tall warrior. She planted her legs firmly on the ground, just few feet away from the Tauren, her defiant posture signaling an unavoidable confrontation. She smirked and added for all the gathered to hear.
"You can't sense this things." She added and the crowd approved with a low hum, much to her pleasure.
" You are as sensitive as a boot!You are a warrior!" she uttered with disgust. Slowly she took another careful step towards the tent entrance, casually brushing against the warrior's frame while trying to enter.
The Tauren gaze darkened, his nostrils flared in ager momentarily, and he blocked the female path with his arm much to her surprise. His height sent a giant shadow over the orc frame, and the tension from their encounter was sending ripples through the angry crowd.
"I may not sense corruption, but I can sense foolishness. And right now my gut is telling me there is some foolishness around. I'll hate to swing my axe now, I just cleaned it." His booming voice made the loud crowd to get silent for a split eyes narrowed and he added in a low, but commanding tone :
" Stay put, Nazira."
Hearing her name spoken, the female clicked her tongue mockingly and with one swift move pushed her staff against the warrior's arm. She smirked once more.
"As you wish then..." she hissed and her lips started to chant a summoning spell no doubt for a totem. The warrior's eyes became red in a split second, left hand slowly rose, gripping the hilt of his axe strapped on his back, all this while keeping his arm firmly planted on the tent entrance. He inhaled, prepared to strike.
"As you want, Nazira..."
"Stop, you buffoons!"
The Forsaken woman's voice echoed through the crowd, making both of them stop momentarily and look in the direction of the sound. The angry crowd seemed to gasp in unison, taken by surprise.
The priestess was standing slightly hunched in front of the crowd, her left hand gripping her staff, her right hand clasping at her robe, an angry look adorning her bony features. Her skeletal fingers danced impatiently on the robe fabric, a clear sign of annoyance and lack of tolerance towards unnecessary conflict. She sighted, shaking her head and started to limp towards the pair.
"Animals! " she muttered making her way towards the tent "Simply beasts, hungry for blood...Food, sleep, mate, fight, what else is there?"
The shaman, visibly surprised, turned her whole frame towards the priestess, her eyes darting from side to side once more, but this time for a solution. In an instant she quickly took a step back and bowed her head in front of the woman.
"Priestess Amira, there is a troll in the tent...I sensed a touch of necromancy on him..."
"Oh, spare me! You have no idea what you are saying, uttering big words while knowing nothing! Animals..." The Priestess mumbled and when the orc tried to speak, she simply waved her hand dismissively towards the shaman.
The orc took a step to the side instinctively, and the Forsaken woman saw it. She half-smiled with her crooked mouth and with calculated steps approached the orc. The Priestess approached the visibly scared pale green face, her own inches from the shaman's.
"Move..." She whispered.
Her coarse voice, despite the low volume of it sounded so commanding, that he orc quickly took a couple of stumbling steps back and bowed her head. The Forsaken woman smiled again, and turned her head towards the crowd.
"You can go now, the show is over."
The gathered folk seemed confused by her commanding tone. Their "leader", the orc female seemed to be in the wrong, and the shift of power towards the Priestess made them disoriented.
" Shoo! " she added, visibly annoyed " Go away! Go about your day, this does not concern you!" she waved her hands towards the gathered crowd, but they seemed to look towards each other, as no one seemed to dare to be the first to leave. Confused glances danced from one another to the Orc female that rallied them before.
The Priestess rolled her eyes, as much as a Forsaken could as the crowd voices rose in protest .She exhaled, and added in a steady tone:
"This is a direct order from Lady Sylvanas, and I am thinking none of you wants to attract her wrath."
The murmur fell silent, like an invisible shiver ran through countless spines. A low voice from the back of the crowd was heard mumbling, barely audible:
"She is not the Warchief..."
The Forsaken Priestess sighted.
"Oh she isn't" she smiled, locking her eyes with the source of the voice. " But she never forgets."
The shaman female stepped forward and seeing and opportunity to redeem herself in the eyes of the priestess, took a stance.
"Disperse!" the shaman yelled, waving her hands towards the crowd. "Let's get the priestess some space! Nothing to see here"
The crowd, with a low and displeased hum started to slowly scatter in confusion. Seeing this, the orc female turned towards the Priestess once more and bowed her head, anxious to get as far from the tent as possible.
"I am sorry, Priestess Amira, I will be on my way, I did not..."
"No, no, no" the Priestess interrupted her with the familiar, bored dismissive hand waving.
" What do you think you are, shaman? A revolutionary perhaps? Gathering horde members for your own crusade? Can't you stand your ground on your own?"
"I am sorry, I sensed something foul about the..."
"Spare me the details! You're senses mean nothing! And don't think you will get off that easy!You made this mess, you clean it up. Stay here, guard the entrance and if anyone tries to enter the tent, well...make sure they don't. "
The shaman quickly shook her head in agreement.
"But..." the Priestess gaze darkened "If I sense you eavesdropping, even just a whif of it, you could very well be one of the Putress experiments tomorrow."
The Shaman shook her head once more.
"I am sorry, I did not intend... I could help cure whatever it's in that tent..."
"Do you think I need it?" the Priestess cold tone made her freeze on the spot.
The stunned orc tried to say something , but the words got stuck in her throat, and to her own surprise she simply nodded in agreement once more.
"Good." Amira turned on her heels and faced the entrance to the tents. As she passed through the entrance, she quickly whispered
" Warrior, you come with me. You will be handsomely rewarded."
The Tauren shot a quick surprised glance at the rushing healer. For a brief moment he paced on his hoofs, taken aback by the low voiced order. But he sensed the importance in the tone. He quickly nodded, shooting an angry glance at the dumbfounded shaman, and soon after was swift to follow the Forsaken woman.