Three young men darted out, passed the main gate of Stormwind. Citizens and guards were surprised at first but soon they recognized their beloved young nobles. They waved off and made way, expecting another story of three friends.

Three friends ran hours through Elwynn Forest, heading east coast. Lothar knew Medivh's enjoying the ride with his friends. Wind fanned his raven hair, sunlight between abounding leaves of the Forest made him gleaming with life. Lothar laughed out, delighted by the scene. He loved Medivh as a scholar, but loved Medivh as a adventurer more. Not to mention the prince and the future champion, the mage couldn't hide smile on his lips.

By the time they finally reached the coast, the sun was sitting down. Medivh leapt from his horse, took off his leather jerkin, kicked off his boots and dashed into the sea. Llane and Lothar immediately followed but less gracefully, screaming and splashing. Waves enveloped their heated body, washed off their sweat.

Like little children, they swum and dabbled in the water. They were not aware of the passage of time, nor approaching beings under the water.

"Well, at least we took enough look of Murlos."

"Murlocs."

"Whatever."

Lothar grumbled gloomily at Meditvh. They were in the dark cave somewhere near the east coast. It was a sudden attack from under the water, and no one had weapon in their hands. Well trained and experienced warriors both Llane and Lothar were, but they couldn't fight with 30 Murlocs with empty hand. Worse, the only person who usually doesn't need any kind of weapon was helplessly captured by fish men's fishing net.

The loud monsters caught three and brought them into the cave, but just threw them with other cargo they stole. They didn't even tie them up. It seemed they really took three human as nothing but moving cargos. Pride hurt, but as long as they could take the advantage, there's no need to enlighten the monsters about their capabilities to escape.

So they silently waited until all monsters went out, then carefully rose up, looked around. A ball light appeared in the air. Llane and Lothar frowned by sudden light. Under the bright light he summoned, Medivh smiled.

Without a word, they started rummaging cargos and wooden boxes around them. It seemed this is where Murlocs keep their plunders. Soon Llane found axes, not as good one as he usually wield, but good enough to make way out. Lothar grabbed one, swung several times, and noded. They were ready to escape, except the mage. Medivh kept looking around cargos.

"Med, let's go!"

"Just a moment, I'm looking for something."

"For what? You don't need weapon."

"I know I don't. Just..."

Then, the mage again lost himself in mountain of cargos. Lothar sighed and gave up. He knew there's not much to do when the mage's in his thought. So he just check his new weapon in hand and murmured.

"I have to say, although it was my idea to come to east coast, but current situation is not entirely what I planned for."

Llane shrugged as if he didn't mind, but the answer returned from Medivh's lips.

"Oh, I'm afraid it's mine."

"Yours what?"

"I mean, it's my plan, this situation, if I say so."

"What?!"

Llane and Lothar bellowed, and hurried clench their mouths as the shout echoed through the cave. Regardless of their shock, Medivh gave words with indifference.

"When I saw them at the coast, I hypnotized them to recognize us as precious cargos."

"Why?"

"So they could bring us harmless to their storage, this cave."

"For what?"

"For- this."

Medivh pulled up on old scroll from one wooden box. He rolled open the scroll then smiled. He took several more, satisfaction on his face was obvious.

"I placed an order with this foolish trader for some scrolls, but only got news that Murlocs took the cargo at the east coast."

"What? Why didn't you just ask Kirin Tor to send new ones?"

"Because, my dear friend, these are something Kirin Tor never treats."

"What is it?"

"Oh, you don't want to know."

Llane and Lothar lost words to say. Medivh grinned and continued.

"Llane can now inform the location to the coast guards, and sweep those fish men from the coast, keep the ships and villages safe."

Llane halted, thought, and noded.

"Well, that's- reasonable. Brilliant."

"Don't take his side. You're too soft on him"

"I'm just saying."

Lothar growled. Just then, they heard rushing footsteps on monsters. Apparently their yelling was loud enough. Soon several Murlocs appeared, leapt on them. Blue light darted from the mage's hand and blow the monsters away.

"So, I have my scrolls, and you will have your adventure."

Medivh gave broad grin to his friends.

"You and I will have very serious talk after we escape."

Lothar scolded the mage, and dashed toward rushing Murlocs.

"He's too soft on you. Couldn't he just hide smile on his lips?"

Llane snarled, realizing he also couldn't hide his, followed the warrior.