Sitting in her room at the opposite end of the city, Lyneah paces back and forth, deep in thought. After the spectacle before her, she had screamed at the undead,
"You won't get away with this!" Her tears being released soon after as she turned to run back to Tas. He hugged her tightly until her body stopped shaking, speaking soft words of comfort before guiding her to the inn across the city so she would not get lost again. Sitting heavily in a chair she pulls out some parchment and a quill, writing a letter to her father about everything that took place. Once she finishes she tosses it into the air, letting it disappear and land right on her father's desk at home.
A few days later, a knock comes on Lyneah's door, a beautiful blonde woman on the other side when it opens. She looks lithe, deadly, and the blank expression on her face gives away nothing to her profession,
"So, I'm here about a job." The woman states flatly, chewing gum with her mouth wide open, fingering a dagger in her belt. Tas is at the door behind her, checking on Lyneah every day, making sure he watches End to keep her up on what is going on. The mysterious woman eyes the Tauren suspiciously but only pulls out a file, "Orders here say I'm to observe some bitch an-" Lyneah stomps her foot before she can finish the sentence,
"EXCUSE ME!" She coughs out, "She is not a bitch, she is my wife. I know that means little to you but it does so to me." The blonde woman, looking extremely uninterested rolls her eyes,
"Right... gotcha..." She states, "Observe this woman and see if something sketchy is going on. If so, see if there is anything I can do." Her eyes scroll down the paper, widening a little, "Damn the pay is good, even better if it's a success. So, what information can you give me about her right now?" She looks between the two, quirking a brow. Lyneah steps up first, quiet voice ringing out,
"Something is wrong with her... she's not herself, and she won't come home. Her eyes... they are supposed to be green like every elven of our kind but... they are like an ice blue, purple sometimes... when that horrible man grabbed her head. She hardly knows me, or anyone for that matter, and doesn't even remember we are married!" Seeing the Priestess getting upset the woman lifts her hand, nodding before turning to serve herself a glass of wine. When she turns back she nods to the Tauren so that he may continue where it was left off. Tas' booming voice is surprisingly quite small when it comes from his throat,
"She is normally a happy woman, helpful to everyone, easy to smile, jokes around a lot with all of us... but lately she's gone into some sort of... frenzy. I've seen it, the woman is barely allowed sleep, and when she eats it's only a bite or two of rations on the battlefield. She never smiles, she doesn't recognize anyone except that awful undead, and he hurts her all the time, never letting her tend to her wounds, never allowing her to rest..." He frowns deeply, eyes watering a bit as he allows emotion to color his voice, "She's my best friend, Miss... her once soft feature now hard, body practically made of steel as she goes to battle after battle." He chokes up now, turning his head away. The Rogue nods firmly, downing the rest of her drink,
"If I'm not back in a week to update consider me dead, and your advance wasted. It will bode well for both of us if you avoid her from now on until I can get a handle on the situation. Name's Ashlynde by the way, that's all you need to know." Snapping her file shut she turns and leaves a stunned duo behind, heading off to find this 'Endrada'.
Well... finding her was easy, the enchanted map provided to her leads the Rogue right back to the tavern the woman had been staying in the past few weeks. Upon stealthing and making it up to the room that was assigned to the Warrior, Ash meekly pushes the already open door further, brows furrowing as she is able to let herself right in. She straightens but stays invisible, near gasping when she enters the room fully and finds a woman, bare for anyone to see, sharpening her weapons. Moving silently to the corner of the room Ash watches her carefully, observing her eyes, her actions, and her body, which is what worried the Rogue most. The elven woman's skin was deeply marred by battle wounds, unclean and ignored after some form of cauterization took place. The Rogue shakes her head, watching as the ever observing Warrior slams the axe she is sharpening down into the floor, letting it sit there while she sharpens the second one. Flexing her arms when she finally finishes she stretches wide, a few of the wounds ripping open to bleed, alas they continue to go ignored. When the other axe joins the first in being slammed into the floor, Endrada begins pulling on her armor, blue eyes flashing to the corner where Ash observes, staring for a moment. Blinking a few times she shakes her head, continuing to get dressed. When her back is turned Ash silently sneaks out and down to the bar, tucking herself in a corner and keeping behind a few boxes to go over the information she's gathered thus far. Her ears perk as a certain conversation catches her attention,
"That bitch been working harder than any of you idiots, and I don't even have to pay for her healing!" The sounds of an undead's cackles ring out as he walks by, "She's the best investment, the last battle the Alliance were so terrified when she showed up they ran the other direction." Heavy footfalls join his and he stops talking of her, the conversation switching to more of a pep talk for the upcoming battle. Peeking around the boxes she spies the others already stepping through the portal, Endrada now head to toe the aggressive Warrior he has made her be, blue streaks glowing in her armor, intimidating to even some of the strongest races, "Maybe if this goes well I can use you to make me money in the brawls." He cackles again, letting his staff shoot spells into the weak points of her armor, the woman hardly even flinching. He snatches the front of her helmet and near jerks her over, whispering something against her ear. Ash watches helplessly as the spell takes over her whole body, eyes changing to a bright purple, "Can't be letting you go now..." He smacks his hand against the side of her helmet, "Even if some stupid woman shows up claiming to know you, you're mine." The Rogue shakes her head slowly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear,
"Observe and listen..." She has to remind herself as she watches the way one of her kind is treated. Sitting up a little further she looks the man over fully, his short size causing the menacing Warrior to have to look down at him, blue skin here and there, body covered in tattered robes, and fingers more like claws as they drag down the front of End's armor, threatening to clutch what's hidden beneath her pants,
"It's... really too bad I can't have you..." He says, "Cause you've already proved you can take a beating... but I digress..." The elf he touches so inappropriately does not react, merely staring at him. His hand pulls back and clenches into a ball, then he crunches it against the side of her head, causing her to tumble a bit, catching herself, but just barely, "Hurry the fuck up, I can't be waiting all day for you." Ash's temper gets the better of her, an empty bottle chucked towards the undead as she sees him shove her over. Ducking behind the boxes a second later she doesn't see when the bottle breaks on his head, he seems unbothered by it though. Turning to glare inside the tavern he shoves the elf forward through the waiting portal, "Got to keep a better eye out..." He murmurs before backing into the portal himself, Warsong waiting to be ravaged.