A/N: Just a Filler chapter. Got no clue how this will go now.

Jaina blinked as she reread the letter again and made sure she read it right. Another purple beam of light appeared in the sky a week ago and dropped a Tavern, of all things, between the borders of Feoh and Ur. When Alicia went to investigate said Tavern, the young blonde returned a day later with a collection of cards and a medal. Now the Knight had become a frequent patron of the tavern which was slowly getting more and more patrons as of late. As for the letter in her hand, it was sent by the Tavern's innkeeper. A dwarf named Harth Stonebrew. It was an invitation to play the card game, Hearthstone. The very thing that made Alicia return again and again to the Tavern.

Now that she thought about it. The girl was always on the move nowadays. If she wasn't investigating possible traitors in Feoh, she was either spending her time with Prim, training her Knights, discussing city affairs with her or persuading Arthas to tell her stories about the Dark Portal and the wars that followed. The girl can't stand not doing anything and judging from the smile on her face when she returned last night, this Tavern must be good for her. Of course the sack of gold was what made that smile even bigger. The blonde Princess Knight swore it was a prize given to winners by the Innkeeper. Losers don't lose anything and are free to play again. Jaina looked at the stack of finished papers on her left then back to the letter in her hand.

'Maybe just one visit. What's so great about this game anyway?'

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Three Days Later

Arthas watched Jaina and Alicia leave Feoh once more before scratching the back of his head. What is it with those two and that Tavern? The Prince shook his head before making his way back to the city. Whatever it is, they're free to do as they wish. Besides, it's not like they need his permission to do anything. As long as Alicia doesn't do anything reckless. Ha! This coming from him? By the Light, he is turning into Uther.

The Prince made his way through the city, greeting her citizens as they passed. He passed by Lightbringer District and spotted Father Elrothar along the way. The High Elven Priest and a bespectacled nun greeted him and the Prince decided to leave the Priest and his student to their training. Almost half of Feoh's original population had converted to the Light now. This meant more practitioners of the Light and her miracles. More Priests and Priestesses means less people dying. Whether from battle or diseases. Maybe he should reform the Order of the Silver Hand here. Lordaeron's army won't do if there's only two Paladins. Of course, he still had to find those willing to become Paladins in the first place. He wondered if Falric, Valerius or Joan had anyone in mind.

Arthas reached the Market District and spotted Prim buying food again. Whether it was for the men in the Barracks or for dinner tonight was anyone's guess. He walked over to the pinkette just as she accidentally tripped and threw the basket of food in the air. Arthas caught the basket and all it's contents before helping Prim up her feet. He smiled down at the girl and ruffled her hair.

"Didn't I say you can always ask one of the guards or Footmen to help you with your groceries?"

"But they looked so busy with their duties that I didn't want to disturb them. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Prim. Now, come on. Is this everything or are there more things you need to buy?"

The pinkette nodded before leading the Prince towards the other stalls in the Market. Normally, it was always Alicia or Jaina that accompanied the girl but since they were preoccupied these days. He'll do it in their stead. There was also the fact that Arthas wanted to make sure she was safe and make sure she doesn't follow Alicia's example of ditching her guards to do who knows what.

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Valerius let out a satisfied sound as sipped cool water from his waterskin before leaning back on his chair. A few feet away, Sergeant Andrew was drilling the Footmen recruits into shape. The Captain laughed to himself as he saw some of the recruits struggling, remembering the first time his uncle taught him how to be a Footman. The crazy geezer may be old but his body and senses were sharp as ever.

"Oh, Sergeant." He called out "I think the boys had enough for today, wouldn't you say?"

"No, sir. They haven't. But if you say they are... "

"Ha! Perish the thought. You say they haven't then they haven't but it looks like you could use a break, Sergeant. Come, sit with me."

"With pleasure, sir."

The large Footman walked over to him and made himself comfortable on the chair on Valerius' left. The Captain reached under his seat and handed a cold bottle of 'grape juice'.

"Open that for me, would you."

The Sergeant nodded as he took the bottle while the Captain reached under his seat once more and retrieved two small chalices. He set them down on the small barrel between them just as the Sergeant did the same to the bottle. Valerius took the bottle and poured it's contents to both chalices. He set the bottle down and grabbed his cup before raising it to the Sergeant.

"Sergeant."

Andrew shrugged to himself before taking the other cup and raising it as well "Captain."

The two tapped their cups to the other's before drinking. All the while ignoring the glares coming from the recruits as the sun bore down on them.

"This is the life."

"Certainly, sir."

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Ken

Celestine Lucross smiled as she watched Claudia oversee a new training method for her Dawn Templars. The Alliance were kind enough to provide them with armor similar to the one Prince Arthas and Lady Jaina had made for her friend. Beside the High Elf, Olga looked at her fingernails before letting out a bored sigh.

After the Horde drove the Black Dogs from Ansur, Volt's forces have been quiet as of late. No villages or towns were attacked or raided. Seven Shields and Alliance scouts reported no movement from Garan or her former fortress. The only thing that happened these past few weeks was the arrival of the mysterious Tavern and nothing else. The Horde mostly kept to themselves and can only be seen in Thorn or Ansur. Most of the Horde's people in the former Halfling city were Goblins. Merchants and Engineers. The same goes for the Alliance's people. A large number of Dwarves moved to Ansur and show the local populace the 'Finest Dwarven craftsmanship' and proved they were better than the Goblins. Of course the Halflings didn't want to be outshone by the other two, especially in their city, and started a competition, of sorts, to see who was the better craftsman.

'Dwarves. Halflings. Goblins. Ugh. Ansur's full of short people now. Annoying, blabbering, little shi- '

"Hey, Olga. Hey, Olga. Hey, Olga. Hey, Olga."

The Dark Elf's brow twitched as the blonde continued to pester her by poking the side of her head. She grabbed Celestine's wrist and glared at the innocent look the blonde was giving her "What?"

Using her other hand, Celestine poked Olga on the nose. The Dark Elf rose a delicate eyebrow at the blonde's actions.

"Boop."

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Claudia Levantine eyed every move her Dawn Templars made. After what happened at Geofu, she swore that she wouldn't get caught off guard again. That includes her Templars. Thinking of Geofu reminded her of her Klaus and his death. Death at the hands of his own father, her mentor, Grave Levantine. The thought of him and the atrocities he had done fueled her with anger. Rage filled her entire being and the Knight-Commander grabbed her sword and bisected the nearest training dummy before moving on to the next one. The other Templars had moved to the side as their leader cut down dummy after dummy, unsure if they should intervene but also afraid of what will happen if they do.

"Amazing. Now the training dummy army will think twice about messing with you, girl."

Claudia turned to the speaker and saw the Half-Elf Paladin slowly clapping her hands, mocking her. Beside the Paladin was one of her Dawn Templars, Annette who was looking at her in fear and concern. Then the Half-Elf spoke again.

"As great as it is to see you tear those dastardly dummies apart, how will you fare against the Black Dogs again?"

"They will fall by my hand."

"Odd. That's a little different from what I've heard. Tell me. Will your little incident in Geofu happen again?"

Claudia roared as she charged Joan, who gripped her Maul-Axe and charged as well. The two collided and began a battle between two Blessed Knights. They traded blows, blows so hard that some felt a shockwave every time their weapons meet. None of the Dawn Templars dare get in between the two.

From her spot, Celestine opened her mouth to order them to cease their fighting but Olga held up a hand to stop her and reassured the High Elf that her friend will not be harmed. The blonde closed her mouth and returned to her seat but could not help worry whether the fight would turn bloody.

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Anna Florence, Ian Florence and Grace Campbell stared slackjaw at the sight before them. The group of bandits, mercenaries and orcs lay dead around the two figures in the middle of the village. One was a greenskin Orc with long white hair tied to a tail with a long beard. It was shirtless but wore a set of large beads around it's neck. It carried a Sashimono and wore a red Hakama and a pair of Geta. The Orc also wielded a large Katana. To the trio, and the other villagers who witnessed the slaughter of their would-be slavers, the Orc looked like it came from Thorn.

Their second savior was... odd, to say the least. It was as tall as the Orc and wore a set of black robes and pants. It also wore sandals and a cone hat. It had a large barrel under it's arm and a large staff with a gourd tied to one end on the other. The most peculiar thing about this one is that it was a bear. A bear with white fur but it's 'beard' and paws were black.

The Orc huffed before wiping off the blood that stained his blade "They dare call themselves Orcs? Bah! They are a mockery!"

"Quell your anger, my friend. They are no longer your concern, Blademaster. Now." The bear grabbed the gourd from it's staff and drank from it before letting out a satisfied hum. It then offered the gourd to the Orc "Here, Blademaster. This'll certainly put hair all over you. Hahaha."

"My thanks, Brewmaster."

"I wonder where our Beast-handling friend had gone off to?"

The villagers watched in silence as their saviors went on their merry way to Goddess knows where. Grace scratched the back of her head before looking at her friends "That was... odd, right?"

The married couple could only answer with a shrug before deciding to rouse the villagers from their stupor. Someone has to clean the bloody mess the odd duo made. Besides, these bandits may still have some valuables on their person. It'd be a shame if it were just left to burn with the bodies.

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Stonebrew Tavern

"Wait. Just one more, please! One more and I get another sack of gold!"

Arthas could feel his eye twitch in annoyance. The sun had already set and the moon had taken it's place in the sky. Jaina had returned to Feoh before sundown but Alicia had stayed behind to 'play one more game'. When it was almost time for dinner and the Princess Knight still hadn't return, making Prim worry too much that she would probably make a trench from all her pacing. So Arthas took it upon himself to retrieve their wayward blonde and rode to Stonebrew Tavern. After greeting the dwarven Innkeeper and politely asking where Alicia was, the Prince tried to coax her away from the table only to stubbornly refuse and continue her game. Minutes passed of unsuccessful persuasion, he ended up dragging the girl by the collar of her armor. Unfortunately, she escaped his grasp by kicking him up the 'crown jewels' and tried to get back to her game. Despite the pain, the Prince of Lordaeron managed to grab the girl by the ankle and stopped her in her tracks, falling face first into the ground. Arthas shakily got to his feet and dragged the other blonde by her ankle out the door, ignoring her pleas for one more round even as she tried to crawl back to the table.

"Alicia, this has to stop." Arthas stated through gritted teeth. He's gonna have to ask one of the castle servants to get a sack of ice, maybe two, later "Prim and I were worried sick. You're becoming too addicted to this game."

"But it's so fun!"

"Even if it is, you have to stop at some point. You're still a Knight, Alicia. I won't forbid you to play that game indefinitely but try to balance it out with the rest of your duties, alright?"

Alicia sighed but conceded "Fine. I'll try. Can you let me go now?"

"Good."

Feeling the grip loosen from her ankle, Alicia stood up and brushed the dust off her armor before looking up at Arthas. Rather than wearing his armor, the Prince was wearing a finely tailored tunic shirt and black wraps around his forearm. He still wore the trousers and boots he wears along with his armor but forgoing the armor pieces. She was suddenly aware of what she had done inside the Tavern and scratched the back of her head sheepishly "Uh, sorry about, you know, kicking you in the groin."

"It's alright but" Arthas awkwardly walked towards his steed, Invincible, and grabbed his reins but did not climb the saddle "Let's just walk back to Feoh for now."

"Okay. Sorry, again."

"Let's not talk about it, alright?"

"Yeah. Got it."

And so, Arthas and Alicia made their way back to Feoh on foot. Fortunately, the food was still warm when they got back and Prim was just happy that they did. Unfortunately, Arthas had to decline Jaina's offer for the night and ended up making the Archmage laugh herself to sleep when he explained the reason why. This was so not his day.

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A helmless Falric hummed a tune as he inspected the nightly patrol of the city's walls. Seeing everything was in order, the Captain leaned on the parapet before taking out his smoking pipe and looked across the moonlit fields surrounding the city of Feoh. He wondered if they would ever find a way home or if he'll be there to see it.

"The road goes ever on and on... Why am I singing this? I'm not even walking."

"Talking to yourself, Captain?"

Falric turned his head to the source of the voice and straightened as he saw Ranger-General Sylvanas walking towards him. It has been a while since they last saw each other. Their duties kept them away from the 'dinner' he owed her. He wasn't really sure how he felt about that.

"Talking to oneself alone is not good for you, Falric. Your soldiers might think you've gone insane."

Upon hearing her call him by his name, the Captain relaxed "Well, after everything that's happened. I'm surprised my insanity just began to show."

"Indeed." The High Elf crossed her arms and joined him in looking over the fields "Do you think we'll ever return to Azeroth?"

"I'm... not sure. In time, perhaps. But I think I won't be there to witness it."

"Oh. Why's that?"

Falric sighed and took a puff of smoke "Lady Jaina has had no progress ever since we came here. Lady Lucross and Discordia too. Perhaps in the future, we might find a way but... " Another puff "Would Azeroth be the same as the way we left it? Would there even be an Azeroth to return to? For all we know, the Undead could've taken over by now." He took another puff before sighing "Besides, this world is starting to grow on me. Apart from the Dogs, it's quite peaceful."

"Agreed." Sylvanas muttered before looking at the Captain "You know. Tonight's the perfect night for that dinner you owe me."

Falric chuckled and shook his head "Ah. That. Very well, my Lady." He gave one last puff of smoke before nodding his head towards the way she came "Shall we?"

"Finally."

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Thorn

From atop a cliff overlooking the city of Ogrimmar, formerly Thorn, the Warchief watched. Thrall still wondered if this was what the Prophet meant when he said travel West but that wasn't the case. This isn't Kalimdor. Far from it from what he heard of this world's inhabitants. Speaking of this world, it was different... to say the least. Brownskin Orcs that were no more than savage animals. Fueled by their list for blood and women. Aligning with HUMAN mercenaries to boot. Thrall refused to be affiliated with such creatures. He made sure that Grom made an example of them. Besides, his Blood Brother needed something to sate his thirst for battle and so Thrall gave it.

Although, having Nazgrel turn the Brownskins into scarecrows as a warning to those who oppose them might have been a bit too much. At least he didn't use the humans instead. Sure they didn't have the Alliance on their back anymore but it seems humans, one way or another, will always find a reason to battle the Horde. These Black Dogs were an example of that. Dishonorable cur. After Ansur, however, the Dogs had ran back to their land with their tails between their legs.

"Warchief."

Thrall turned to the soft spoken voice and saw the Shrine Maiden, Kaguya "Yes? Is there something wrong?"

"No, Warchief. It's just... " The black armored Orc raised an eyebrow as the young woman approached him "My people are grateful for what you've done for Thorn. Truly. But there are those who still view you as the same as the Black Dog's orcs. They have grown more restless after Ansur and a spy of the Seven Shields has notified me of a possible... uprising. An uprising with the goal to drive the Horde away from Thorn."

"Hmm. We had the power to conquer Thorn and take it for ourselves yet we didn't. I took a risk in letting your people stay after all the Horde has been through and now it seems my decision has come back to haunt me. I will not ask your people to leave but if this uprising occurs, nothing will stop the Horde from taking up arms." Thrall looked away from the Shrine Maiden and gazed back at the city "We had left the Seven Kingdoms in hopes of finding a future away from the humans. A future where we are free from them... and our curse. We are not animals but we will not hesitate to strike back if they harm the Horde in anyway. I would've settled this peacefully. If they bring their army then I will do all I can to dissuade them from this path to prevent any unnecessary bloodshed but if they cannot be dissuaded."

The Warchief turned back to Kaguya with his teeth bared and his large hand gripping Doomhammer tightly. Kaguya stopped herself from taking a step back, reminding herself that his ire was not directed at her.

"Then let them come."