The group stopped and stared at her. Sylvanas shook Kael'thas awake.
"Who do you think it is?" Jaina asked her.
"It's OBVIOUS! Who else in the Nexus has red hair?"
"Uhh...Muradin?"
"Besides Muradin."
"Falstad."
"Besides Falstad and Muradin!"
"Sonya?"
"BESIDES FALSTAD, MURADIN AND SONYA!"
"Then it would have to be Penelope."
Jaina spoke. "Just because her hair is red doesn't mean anything. A Hero could've turned on us, for all we know."
Nova pulled over, and looked the other woman dead in the eye. "Remember when we first interrogated her? All she did was sob?"
"Of cou- Ohhhhh….. That's what you meant…."
Sylvanas cleared her throat. "Now, if we're all done being moronic, can we figure out where she is?"
Nova thought for a moment. "She's vulnerable at sunset. We spread out through the Nexus. If we can catch her somewhere, we can…" She trailed off.
"We can what, friend Nova?" Brightwing said, innocently oblivious to where the conversation was heading.
"Nothing." Was all that was mumbled in reply.
Back at the base, all everyone was doing was packing. Nova had just finished putting on a backpack when Li-Ming called.
"So who's going with whom?"
Nova thought for a moment.
"You'll go with Jaina, i'll go with Brightwing, and Kael'thas, Tyrande, and Sylvanas will all go together."
"To where, though?"
"To wherever you think Penelope will be."
"So we just leave and go wherever the wind takes us? Like drifters?"
"Exactly. Now, everyone, I hope you've grabbed a ton of supplies. We'll meet back in 3 days."
"Then what?" Kael'thas said.
"Then I don't know."
Lucario: Fair point, but still. The characters I have planned to die will do so on their own time. I've always thought of Tyrande as the type of gal that, even with all the garbage she's going through, will still get through it.
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SkullyPirate: You know what, a point to you, fine sir/Ma'am/preferred pronoun. Li-Ming is going to die. And not in a very pretty way, either. Lots of gross.
Consort: Correct, correct, correct, and correct. Penelope's going to be weird, even scary in these next few chapters.
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