Orgrimmar:
"Nathanos secure Darkshore and take Sourfang with you, I'll be joining you all real soon. First I have to meet with Gallywix, he has some… reports to deliver." Nathanos didn't like the sound of that, but he was not going to disobey his Queen. Sylvanas needed to stay at Orgrimmar in order to meet Gallywix that had returned from Silithus with news report regards the Azerith.
"Nathanos" the Banshee Queen spoke.
"Yes my Queen?"
"Once you finished conquering Darkshore, let Sourfang take over the unit, and come back to Orgrimmar to escorting me to Darkshore"
"I shall do so my Queen" Nathanos took a bow and turned away.
Once Nathanos departed, Sylvanas went to the Throne chamber.
The sound of a knocks slamming the ground disturbed the Banshee Queens rest.
"Gallywix…" said the Banshee Queen.
"Banshee Queen, such a lovely day for business isn't it?" he entered with two ogres next to him. The Banshee Queen glared at the buffoon ogres with such an intimidating stare, they did not dare to enter her chamber. Gallywix gestured the ogres it's okay to wait outside.
"When will the power be mine Gallywix?" Sylvanas cut straight to the point.
"I have already organized my best men on the job, to form a weapon out of it. They do say it causes some trouble so it is not ready just yet."
"And for the meantime, what results did you bring me?" her patient grew slimmer as they spoke. She couldn't bear the feeling of being in the same room with him, Gallywix symbolized everything she hated about this world, and yet she does need his help.
Gallywix tapped twice with his cane, an ogre entered the chamber and stood in front of Sylvanas. "Take a shot at his vest". Sylvanas was skeptic about this.
"Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough" Gallywix implored Sylvanas.
The Banshee Queen drew her weapon aiming at the poor ogre that conveyed signs of fear, but Gallywix hit with his cane the ogre's waste with an angry face, which straightened the ogre.
An arrow shot towards the ogre, but once it touched his armor the arrow bounced back.
A great sense of relief came out of the ogre, and Gallywix gave a quick stare at him, which was more than enough for the ogre and he left the room.
" Impressive" said Sylvanas. Gallywix pushed his hat up like a magician with his cane, making a bow-like performance. "When will we have weapons?" the Banshee Queen held her anger.
"Soon enough Warchief" Gallywix replied.
"We also work on some kind of healing devices and bombs, the experiments require a lot of patients and cautions, the Azerith is very fragile. I've seen results of rushing it… it was not a pretty sight Warchief."
Sylvanas cooled her face, she is a wise strategic and she knows great rewards tend to take their time. "I expect greater results next time Gallywix, I've invested in you a lot of money and resources, do not disappoint me or you will meet my wrath."
"Don't sweat it Warchief, the Alliance will bow down to you soon enough." He bowed down and stepped out of the room.
Sylvanas sat on her throne. She missed Undercity a lot, she missed her children there. After the last encounter with the humans, she felt like she had neglected her duty as their parent. But now as a War Chief she can't focus her time on her precious Undeads anymore.