The necromancer hovered in his chamber, musing. He had moved the orc to one of his slain generals' room, provided him with food and clothing. And he felt… relieved. Somehow, having Hellscream close felt disturbing. As if he had too much of the Nether still left in him and it threatened to devour the lich any second… No… he was not a normal orc. He was not a normal mortal even. There had to be something in him that made Ner'Zuhl want him as his general but… something that terrifying? And that laugh… that incredibly insane laugh followed by incredibly sane and coherent words… And his cool, emotionless acceptance of anything the Lich said. His simple obedience.
He shivered slightly and turned towards the entrance.
'Bloodbane!' he called.
A young deathknight entered and knelt.
'I have need of you, Bloodbane,' Kel'Thuzad spoke, 'I need you to go to Hellscream's chambers and offer him your service. Tell him I sent you.'
'As… As you wish, master..' the knight said and hurried out.
Grom sat in the chamber the undead prepared for him. A huge four poster bed occupied quite a part of it, then there was a table, with some food on it, a wardrobe and some book-filled shelves. Most probably, the room belonged to one of the necromancers before he was moved here. The room did not stink as much as he expected it to. Actually… the whole citadel stunk but not half as bad as one would think it.
He sat on the bed, arms crossed, and looked around. The walls were raw stone, just like outside. Some curtains hung from right below the ceiling and that was about it. Quite simple for something made by, until recently, humans. His robe was also a plain black one, as they had nothing else that would fit him. Thuzad mentioned getting him a "proper armor", but that will probably take a while.
He stood and walked to the bookshelf.
"War of the Ancients… Royal families of Lordaeron… Raise of the Horde…" here he smirked, "Necronomicon… fascinating…" he took the last book and looked through it briefly. Frowning, he put it aside. Spells on how to fight without getting engaged in battle and without getting hurt sounded wrong.
There was a knock on the door.
'Enter…' he said and a, seemingly young, deathknight went in, a long, brown braid falling from his shoulder.
'M.. M'lord Hellscream..?' he asked.
'No, just another resurrected orc you have around,' the blademaster smirked, 'Of course it's me.'
The boy blushed, 'M.. master Thuzad appointed me your servant, sir…'
'Servant?' Grom blinked.
'Yes… I am at your every command… a-and I'm suppose to help you get to know our armies and all too… and command them if necessary…'
The orc studied him. The knight was a bit short for a man, very lean built, and a slightly girlish face. The plate armour looked almost grotesque on him.
'Take off your armour…' he commanded.
After a moment of hesitation and confused blinking, the boy did as he was told. Underneath the plate, he wore a black leather vest and leather leggings, tight and matching his slim figure.
'You're no warrior, that's for sure…' Grom walked around him, eying him thoroughly, 'You're too lean… too small…' the boy gulped, thinking he was criticized. The orc reached for his arm and touched his muscles, 'No… not a warrior. You were trained for something else, am I right?'
The lad trembled slightly as he replied.
'Y-yes sir.'
'A rogue?'
'Close sir.'
'Assassin.'
Only a nod.
The orc moved away, 'What's your name, boy?' he asked.
'Bloodbane sir. Nicholas Bloodbane.'
'Good… very good… sit down … anywhere,' he motioned around the room.
Not sure what it all was about, the lad sat on a wooden chair, his back straight, his eyes fixed on his orcish master. Grom sat on the bed and looked back at him, smiling with approval.
'Very good…' he repeated. His eyes shone bright red.
'S-sir?' Bloodbane sounded frightened.
'Don't fear.' Grom shook his head dismissively, 'You have nothing to fear from me. Not now and not ever, unless you disobey me without a clear purpouse. Understood?'
'Yes sir!' the boy said.
'Aye…' Grom smirked again, 'Oh I will have good use of you, Nicholas… I'm sure I will.'