Episode 4:
"This is why I insisted we stay up late to go over the reports." Priestess Feathershine announced triumphantly as she handed a crackling scroll to Onyxbane for review.
"We were very close to the answer, I had a feeling about it." The priestess continued to explain, and then pointed to a line further down from where Onyxbane was reading. The document was in Common. He was fairly good at reading it, but for some reason he refused to ask about, Wisthera was better than all of them at reading the human's language. After her trial, Willypearl was still to exhausted to help with translations, and wasn't very good at official jargon besides.
Onyxbane read slowly. Wisthera held her tongue. Everyone in the room seemed to want Onyxbane to hear the news first.
After a time, the rogue became impatient and tried to explain. "The Twilight Hammer is a cult that has camps throughout Silithus. Thankfully, the Cenarion Circle has a fortress there. They observed someone who looked like your sister come through the area… and they think there was a ceremony."
"The druids think my sister sold her soul to a demon?" Onyxbane gasped.
"It is just a theory, dear." Priestess Feathershine consoled the man she'd known he was a boy. "And it doesn't work like that exactly… I've been reading some things, but no one really knows for sure. The best strategy is to go to Cenarion Hold and talk to the authorities there."
"I don't care what they say, though. I am seeing my sister whether she's been claimed by the Burning Legion or not."
"No, Onyxbane." Wisthera shook her head. "The Burning Legion and the Twilight Hammer are not the same thing."
"How do you know?" Onyxbane flared at Wisthera.
Wisthera erupted right back, "What are you accusing me of? How dare you!"
Willypearl looked especially worried, and screwed up the side of her face. "But why would Opalbane think to go there, and how? It's expensive to travel across the ocean, and then all over Kalimdor like that."
"I'm not sure, dears." Priestess Feathershine shrugged, and opened empty hands to all in the room. A few priestesses in green and yellow robes were sitting at tables in the background, poring over piles of papers, all bearing the seal of Stormwind. After admitting to the fiasco they made of Willypearl's life, it was not hard to convince the Archmage to hand over documents that could help them make amends with Opalbane.
"As we speak, my girls are doing their best to find out who could have helped Opalbane."
"Or, encouraged her." Wisthera mumbled. Onyxbane tried very hard to ignore it. Perhaps he'd get better answers out of his ex girlfriend later, in his own way.
"I hope it ain't what you suggestin, Wisthera." The way Willypearl pronounced Wisthera's name was horrible. It always sounded like the young mage was accusing the rogue of something in the second syllable, even with the constraints of her heavy Westfall accent.
"I suggest nothing of value. Nothing at all really."
Priestess Feathershine raised her eyebrow critically, but said nothing. Onyxbane crossed his silvery arms across his broad chest. The muscles rippled, and it caused him to flex, though he may not have intended to. None of the women there asked why he wasn't wearing a shirt. They were all Night Elves, except for Willypearl, and she averted her eyes. Like the rest, Willypearl knew that it was quite normal for the kaldorei to sleep comfortably without much clothing, and it was still early morning. Only someone with a weakness for a certain nude ex-boyfriend would have a reaction.
Wisthera made a noticeable effort to force her eyes on the page in front of her, and made a little wincing sound. Onyxbane smiled wickedly at his deceptive ex. Yes, he would get the secret information from her later, whatever it took to know what she and the rogues of the Cenarion Enclave knew about his missing sister.