*Do you know what goes great with a good story? Your fruits and vegetables.
DISCLAIMER: This entire story is Copywrite. MINE. Got it? World of Warcraft, however, is NOT. Most characters are my own, except characters like Thrall and such. The world, too, belongs to Blizzard.
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Of Humans and the Horde:
Chapter 3: The Rumbles of Riots
There was a knocking at the door that startled us both, though neither of us really showed it. We just looked over at each other, and shared a shrug. It was a shared understanding of I-don't-know-who-that-could-be. I noticed then the strange poles from his pauldrons, those of the Aged Five Thunders set, with which he was garbed. A strange set, with purple, orange, and gold colours, but it seemed to work for an Orc. Straadlater rose and walked to the end of the chamber, cracking the door open slightly, only to have it knocked open roughly, almost hitting him. He stared irritably at the face of the intruder.
"Aye?" Straadlater inquired with an annoyed expression, raising one eyebrow questionably.
"You guys have to leave, and right now," It was Jy'ko, "they're coming!" He spoke frantically in Orcish, so I had to translate in my head.
"Who?" Straadlater became serious, his brows furrowing into smooth lines.
"After Thrall left, the whole city's gone berserk!" From there on it was difficult to understand, since it was in Orcish and all, I was only able to make out something about groups of Horde patriots having some vendetta against me, probably for whatever happened at Stormwind, and that they were on their way to kill me. I slumped my shoulders at that. Well, my dreams are certainly coming true.
"How did they find out about this?" Straadlater asked quickly. I suppose it must have been a secret that I was here, wherever here was.
"I think we both have an idea," Jy'ko muttered quieter, and Straadlater agreed. I took special note of the mutual agreement. I didn't really know at the time what they were thinking about, or more so, who they were thinking about. I was sure to find out, though.
"Damn, I should have known," I wish I had known anything at all, "Regardless, we have to leave the city," He replied to the Orc before him, who simply nodded erratically, "You intercept the assault, stall as long as you can, but don't get yourself hurt, you hear? I'll find a way to get her out of here."
"Wait-wait, we're leaving?" I asked, interrupting their alternate language conversation. I felt totally out of the loop and all, which, again, is something I don't particularly enjoy to a certain degree.
"Yes," Straadlater came over to me and retrieved a large mace, "Watch your head." He raised it above me.
"Hey-hey!" I ducked my head and closed my eyes, hearing a clanking, only to suddenly feel gravity yank my arms down from above me, "Huh?" I stared at the lack of confinement. Though the shackles still bound my wrists together, I was no longer attached to the cell. It was something to be happy about, at least I wouldn't die chained to a wall or anything.
"Let's go," He picked me up and jumped to the window. Well, falling is a better way to die anyway if I get to choose, "Jy'ko, if they ask, tell them we're on our way through Durotar. Make sure you give us enough time to leave the city; create a diversion, understand? And I'll save the princess," He added, probably joking, as he said it slow enough for me to understand. Even in the midst of a serious situation, he was a joker. He must have been crazy, too.
"Princess?" I asked incredulously, over stressing the syllables and translating their Orcish word for my Common one.
"I'm counting on you," We left the cell through the window.
"Y-Yes sir!" He saluted, with a confused expression. He must not have got it.
"Hey, now wait a second," I yelped as we leaped to an adjacent rooftop and hid behind the tallest part, "What do you mean by 'princess'?"
"A Human," He put me down, "Locked away in a dungeon, with certain death at her tail," It was like a story book, I'll admit, "rescued by one valiant knight, it's a 'princess' right?" He smiled, still probably joking. Honestly, I wasn't too sure.
"Is that a joke?" I asked, crossing my arms despite the resistance of the shackles, raising one eyebrow.
"Maybe," He grabbed my arm and pulled me across the next rooftop without warning. I'd hardly call him a knight.
"Where the Hell are you taking me?" I asked sternly, for once I felt like the sane one.
"Anywhere but here," He said in a somewhat astounded voice as he peered from behind the tall rooftop. I followed his eye-line and saw a herd of Horde patriots storming the keep we were just inside. My jaw was left slightly ajar and I suddenly felt somewhat willing to follow this Orc, "Come on."
He dragged me across a small street, past some kind of a forge, and up a hill into a dark area. I looked back at where we had just left and almost didn't recognize the structure. It definitely was some kind of keep, which was now almost set ablaze. Comforting. He pulled me behind the shadow of a building into pitch back.
"Hey, where are we?" I asked in a hurried whisper. I was tired of asking the same question endlessly.
"I want to show you something." He replied simply, and my jaw dropped at his lack of concern.
"Is now really the time for that?" I argued, in a louder voice.
I heard a deep growl through the darkness and almost got a shiver, had it not been for the warm hand grasping my own, however many sizes larger it was. The growl turned to a bark and I thought for a second we'd be found. Not that I minded too much per-say, at this point, but I would have liked to have seen the outside world again before being murdered and all. Whatever city this was, high-walled, round-buildings, and desert-like atmosphere, it wasn't very accommodating.
"Shh," He whispered through the darkness, and the growling faded to a whine or whimper, "Good boy," I could sense his contentment, but not his companion.
"What-" I stepped forward towards the beast and felt a hot breath on my face, stiffening me from head to toe, "What is it?"
"Can't you see?" He whispered, and I was almost offended. Of course not, even the stars were too far away to see through this shadow of a town.
"It's too dark to see anything," I concluded bluntly. He really was one for dramatics, I guess.
"Well, I'll show you," He drew my eyes with a thin and faint glowing from his hand, a golden flame that engulfed his palm. The beast shook its head but showed no fear.
I followed the rising flames to the eyes of what stood before me, eyes full of trust and full of life. I reached out slowly and felt the cold nose of a wolf taking a breath of me for the first time. It rubbed it's muzzle against my hand warmly and stepped further into the light. His fur was thick and midnight black, but smooth and soft as a summer's breeze.
"Isn't he something." Straadlater said quietly, over the distant roars of fire and fight.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked suddenly, indeed, I was troubled by the question.
"Well you certainly don't have a mount on you, do you?" He asked, sure enough about that I was sure the question was rhetorical.
"Well the new patch made it so I can just carry it in my character, not my inv-" I shook my head, "wait why do we need a mount?" I responded with a question.
"If you have a horse, it's no good, you wouldn't really be too inconspicuous with an Alliance mount here." He reasoned, though 'here' was still a mystery, "So hop on."
"We're riding it?" I asked, somewhat startled, "What if I decide to run away?" Not that I had actually planned on it. Where had I to go, anyway?
"Good luck," He chuckled a bit, though he didn't seem to be laughing at me, "You're on Kalimdor, our side of Azeroth," He took my eyes with his, "Everyone of us knows your face, you'd be dead quicker than you could use your hearthstone, which, by the way, we took from your inventory."
"..." I frowned and looked away stubbornly. He was smart, after all.
"Plus," He moved close, as if to whisper, and lowered his tone, "If I were to lose you, Thrall would surely murder me."
"Uh-huh," I flicked those annoying strands of hair impartially. He didn't seem concerned, though.
"Here you go, boy," He began putting some kind of faceplate on the wolf.
"You gonna do anything about these shackles, chief?" I asked, lowering my eye brows. I wasn't the kind to actually call people things like 'chief' or 'boss' every time I spoke to them, but rather I liked people to think I did. Well, not so much think I did, as I liked them to know I was acting like those people who did. I was weird like that, so sue.
"Like what?" He asked innocently, as if he couldn't guess.
"Never mind..." I twitched my eyebrow and tapped my foot impatiently, though I wasn't in any hurry or anything. I just had nothing better to do, and wanted to rush him.
"Hah," He started laughing suddenly, and I perked up at it.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked, sharper than I had intended.
"You're just funny is all," He said as he finished strapping the armour on, "it's cute."
"Hey," I pointed a finger dead at him, "don't you go talking about 'cute' you savage, what's that supposed to mean?" I burst, my face red with embarrassment and rage, "Why, if I had the urge I'd -"
"Shh," He pressed his big ol' Orc finger to my lips gently, as I narrowed my eyes and held my tongue, though it didn't last long. I'm prone to speaking out of turn, if you haven't noticed.
"Huad?" I spoke against his finger.
"Look," I followed his gaze to the building we had just fled from, a large, circular building on a slight inclination, "That's the Hall of the Brave. We were in the top tower. The bottom is guarded with many honourable masters, but see..."
I watched as more and more Orcs, Trolls, Undead and similar poured into the building, with not a thing stopping them. I saw some peering through the windows of the tower I had been locked away in, and then heard the shouting dull. One Orc crawled onto the rooftop and mounted his brown wolf. He cleared his throat above his audience before speaking. I guess even these 'honourable masters' didn't stand much of a chance against the rest of the Horde. Again, real comforting.
"The wench isn't here! Search the city!" He called over the rustling and clanging of armour and the echoing cheers and laughs of those around him.
"So, what, you guys in the Horde are just so badass that you raid your own cities now?" I joked, raising an eyebrow to him.
"Damn it Jy'ko, nice 'stalling'..." Straadlater cursed in Orcish before turning back to me, "We have to get out of here."
"Actually I was planning on just sitting here and waiting for that mass to come over and fillet me like a fish, what the hell do you think-" I was interrupted as he picked me up with ease.
"Up you go," He placed me on the back of the swift wolf.
"Hey wait-a-damn-minute-here," I started while he summoned his own swift mount heedlessly, "I said wait-"
"No time," He hoped on his mount beside mine.
"Listen, I don't know how to-" I continued, speaking quickly. He whistled and both of our mounts raced down the hillside. "-ri-ide this thing!" I held on as we sped forward and jumped out around a corner- right in front of the Horde. This night just keeps getting better.
"Hey, there she is!" Their voices slapped my ears, "Kill her!" One cried as they made chase.
"Eh?" I looked back at the mass and almost felt my courage dwindle, before something inside of me just snapped.
I took hold of the best and leaned forward, decreasing wind resistance and increasing my speed. I passed Straadlater and caught his confused expression with a sloppy grin. I couldn't help myself, it was a ride, a burstand a rush of adrenalin. It must have been more fun than I had experienced in years. I didn't know what I had been doing in the time I couldn't remember, but I just hoped it was half as good as this. I wanted to just dance on the back of this wolf, flashing devil-horn hand gestures and sticking my tongue out at their raging, foaming faces. I'm crazy, I told you I was.
I dodged an oncoming guard and jumped the wolf clear over a shop sign. We sped through the dark street of the Drag and burst into the wide-open Valley of Strength, from what the signs told me. I couldn't help my excited grin as I evaded the two elites before me, as Straadlater came up beside me to guide the escape. He ran us up a tall structure that spiralled higher and higher, though the roof was low, until we came out at a tall platform.
"Wyvern to Ratchet, please," Straadlater spoke in Orcish to the wind rider master, then dismissed his wolf and I could only do the same. He grabbed my hands and jumped on the wyvern before the master even knew that I was Human. Boy, that guy was sure slow.
"Hey, Shaman!" I screamed as he stuck his right arm between mine, latching the shackles around his arm securely. He tossed me on the wyvern behind him, while my shackles remained around his upper arm as a precaution I'd think, so I wouldn't flee. Not like I would or anything. I really wouldn't. I'd be dead, for one, and another thing, this was kind of entertaining.
The wyvern took off with incomprehensible speed and we rode above the mass beneath us, which was now screaming and shaking their fists in rage. A few arrows flew past, but fell before they even reached their arc, missing us entirely. I cheered and laughed, before quite remembering I was still Straadlater's prisoner. I frowned at that thought. It's too bad that so much crumby stuff is so much fun.
"Tch." I looked away from him with a huff, before suddenly noticing the uneasy feeling settling in my stomach. I swallowed my fear and narrowed my spinning eyes, all while trying to not let Straadlater notice.
"Oi, you all right back there?" He asked without looking back at me.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I snapped as I leaned forward, hiding my face behind his back. I'm a terrific liar, most of the time, but sometimes I just don't really try very hard.
"No reason," He started slowly, "I just thought, well, I don't know, perhaps you were afraid of heights." He stated, with a smirk I was sure.
"I'm not," I argued in defiance, flustered. I can be really childish sometimes.
"Don't worry," He said in a laugh, "Your secret's safe with me."
"I'm not," I pouted lowly for a moment before sighing despite myself and asking, "How'd you guess, anyway?"
"You don't hide it very well," He told me casually, "When I jumped out of the roof, you held on real tight, like you thought I was going to drop you. Of course, I wouldn't. And now, you're actually secured to my arm, and yet you're hiding back there." He explained as he looked to the shining stars, which I had almost forgotten existed, being in a roofed building then a high speed chase, you know how it goes.
"What, so now you're a detective?" I murmured spitefully.
"Something like that." He almost whispered.
"..." I remained silent for a while, chewing it over, before speaking up, "And what's with this shackle thing, anyway?" I referred to the fact that I was all but attached to him, "You think I'm gonna jump?"
"I wouldn't rule it out." He replied coolly, though he didn't sound too convinced.
"If I did I'd only pull you down too," I argued swiftly, just for the hell of it. I almost wanted to try it.
"Nah, I could hold you," I was sure he smiled, "you're a light as a butterfly, Princess," He noted with a mocking voice. Damn, he knew that name would bother me. He was smart, you know. He really was.
"Are you trying to flatter me?" I asked with a surprised yet taunting tone, which changed after hearing his stumbled stutters to that of ridicule and seething anger, "Well it's not working."
"Haha," He laughed as the wyvern turned suddenly, turning my livid composure into a peep of anxiety. Fear is stupid.
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The wyvern landed shakily, and I could have sworn I was going to start shouting at the poor beast, but I didn't. It was somewhere around midday already, for we had stopped at Rachet to pick up some travelling supplies and then continued south. But finally we had reached the village of Brackenwall. Straadlater got off and helped me down, however reluctant I was. I muttered curses the whole time. I can be like that. He had tossed a piece of cloth over my shackles as to hide that I was some prisoner and made me put a hood over my head, which I wasn't so opposed to. He said it might trick people into thinking I was some kind of Blood Elf, what a dumb idea. I hid my face from the inhabitants of the town and followed Straadlater around like a puppy. Or like a prisoner...
"You guys got a place to stay around here?" Straadlater asked an Ogre in Orcish, startling me. I hadn't really been paying attention.
"Yes," The Ogre replied in a low, bumbling tone, "Talk to Logok over there."
"Thanks," Straadlater nodded to him and went off the direction he had been told, dragging me along. I would have thanked him too, and almost did, out of habit and all, but I stopped myself. I knew it might give me away.
We approached what they somehow called an inn, and I felt my skin crawl. Straadlater nudged me when he noticed my shutter and I gave him an innocent shrug and goofy grin in return. It was some kind of crooked cave-like structure that seemed to come out of no where. Pursing my lips, I peeked at Straadlater and his, somehow refined, posture. Guards sure knew how to look intimidating, or dignified in some way. It was odd for me, to see Orcs like that. I had to ask, though.
"We're staying here?" I whispered in Common, so no one else would hear.
"Logok, right?" Straadlater asked the Ogre at the opening of the cave, ignoring my question.
"Aye, Orc," He glared down Straadlater for a moment, though he didn't even break eye contact, "What you want?"
"Just looking for a place to stay," He said nonchalantly. He was a natural actor. He really was.
"If you want to stay at Inn," He gurgled like he didn't really know how to speak, "You have to pay lots and lots, pay for stay."
"If that's what it'll take," Straadlater kept his cool with a smooth smirk as I peeked out from under my hood again to look at him. He was entertaining, sometimes.
"Who you is?" He asked suddenly.
"Straadlater of the Nightfall," He answered, then noticed the Ogre turn to ask me, "And this is my pri-" He stopped himself short, covering with a cough, "Uh, partner, my life partner, Vi'olai."
"Uh-" He put his hand on my waist and pulled me close to him as I turned bright red, then glared at him. Clever, I thought with spite. My shoulders raised up with tenseness, as usually they did.
"Zug-zug," He said in a poor accent then gestured behind him, "Find room."
"Good man," He gave the Ogre a nod before pulling me along with him inside.
"The life partner bit was too much," I muttered as I elbowed him in the ribs, "No one uses that term."
"Don't be sour, honey," He pulled me closer again, obviously just to make me uncomfortable or angry, which it did. For the most part, "Ogres wouldn't know that."
"Keep your hands to yourself," I yanked away, "If you want to keep them at all."
"So," He ignored me again, "Find a spot on the floor, then."
"On the floor," I repeated blankly as I pulled off my hood, "Remind me again why we chose this Inn?"
"Well, because this village is run by Ogres," He started as he placed his bags near our area, "That means it'll take longer for them to realize who you are, and even then, if I tell them you're just a prisoner of mine, they have no reason to try and kill you, or anything to that effect."
"I suppose..." I admitted. It was just all too convenient.
"And what, you don't like this Inn?" He looked around at the cold rock walls, the crater with ash seeming out in the side of the cave, the torches and Horde flags hung around the place, "You want a nice, comfy bed or something?" He said, almost condescending. I think he was just picking on me, though.
"That's not it," I argued, turning around the face the back wall, "This place is just fine. Little cold, little small, but just fine."
"Oh?" He looked confused, but amused as he opened some bags and arranged the provisions.
"It's got character," I concluded, with a firm nod. He replied unenthusiastically with a grunt. "But I'm going for a walk," I started for the door. I didn't like sitting around for a long time, plus I wanted to stretch my legs. That flight was murder. I hated flying, remember.
"No, you're not." He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to face him.
"What are you-" He tossed my hood back over my head, stopping my protest. I narrowed my eyes and grumbled.
"Not alone, anyway," He watched my eyes, "I'm responsible for you, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah," I waved it off, feeling the weight of the shackles now that I thought about them, and continued for the mouth of the cave.
As I left the village I took note of the dull and dingy climate. A marsh, who would have guessed. I walked across the bridge over two or three crocolisks and smiled grimly, for somewhere in the memories I can't remember, this was familiar. The bridge, the crocolisks, granted the marsh part seemed out of place. I leaned on the railing and sighed, letting the hood fall low over my eyes. I was sure it was sunny in the sky, but down here the clouds had quickly fallen overhead, almost threateningly.
Then, it hit me at once. What, if anything, did I do? How did I get messed up in this situation? I didn't remember having anything at all to do with the Horde, not at all. I still have all of my older memories, they're in tact, but it seems as though I'm missing up to about a year of my life. I gripped the wooden rail tightly and tried to remember anything. I looked out at the grey, cloudy sky in the reflection of the dark stream, and somehow the thought wasn't so new to me. I shook my head. I didn't know how long I stood out there, but the whole time Straadlater waited by the edge of the bridge watching me. The time moved slowly, but the rain picked up quickly. Not that I minded, because rain was nice once in a while, and I'd always enjoyed it.
"Damn it," I cringed and tensed. It was frustrating, just so awful. You really have no idea.
"Oi," He spoke up at last, "It's starting to rain, we should head back."
"Why," I said louder than I intended, but I hadn't listened to what he had said at all, "Why did you take me prisoner, what did I do?"
"..." He was taken aback, and stood still for a moment. I had that tendency, to speak my mind. It was an awful habit in a woman, I'm sure.
"Damn it!" I hit the railing as hard as I could, causing a small dent and a few cracks, "Why can't I remember anything?" I gripped my head. I also had a habit of overreacting. Once, after my father and brother died, I went around through the woods just cutting down old and dying trees. I'd throw things, too. Say, I'd cut down this real massive tree, and it's hit the ground with a huge thud, but I wouldn't be satisfied. I'd hack it to pieces and throw the pieces at other trees, and at the water. I'd get really mad that the wood would float, too. I don't know. I've always been crazy, I guess.
"Hey," He suddenly spoke again, "It'll come back to you, I'm sure of it."
"How can you be sure," I was sceptical. I didn't want to hear what he had to say, because he had no idea what I was feeling. He just didn't.
"I don't know what is going through your mind right now," He strode over to me, and I took a step back almost fearfully, "But whatever you forgot can't be that important,"
"..." I was quiet.
"Or you'd remember it." He finished. I didn't know if I believed him, "Little things, they would remind you. I think, that if what you lost was so important to you, that all your other memories would just tie them all together. It'd be impossible to forget." I just listened, at first, "Besides, it was mostly a potion they used on you. They are never permanent."
"I keep getting these images," I went on, "These flashes of people, these I don't know."
And I did. I didn't like to think on them, to dwell or anything, because I knew it'd make me even more depressed or what you will, but they didn't stop. Sometimes it wasn't even people, just feelings. Like, I'd see something like a rock that looked like an arrowhead, and suddenly I'd get this weird pain in my shoulder. Come to think of it, I did have this odd shallow scar there, too. I didn't know where it came from or anything, but I had my ideas.
I'd see herbs, just average herbs growing the the dirt or grass, and I'd get these pictures in my crazy head of this bright Elf girl picking them. I didn't know who she was or anything, but she was sitting in the light, and it was hard to see her face with the sun hitting it and all. Or sometimes I'd see fences or houses made of crumby old wood, especially out here, and I'd imagine I was in some kind of wagon and it was all bumpy and shaky, and these little beams of moonlight would be the only thing I could see through the knotholes and cracks. It'd make me feel really, really lonely.
"Come on now, you'll catch a cold," He made to guide me back to the Inn, and his voice was calm and quiet, like he didn't want to force me to do it.
"No," I snapped at that, "I'm not staying your prisoner for another damn minute!" I shouted as I stomped the ground with a powerful Thunder Clap. I didn't intend to, but again, I'm just violent sometimes, like with the trees and all.
The lightning emanated from my feet and I made to break the shackles, when suddenly I felt a hand grasp my wrist. The lightning followed his grip and took to his body, when he reached out with his other hand and directed the lightning to the sky. I stood in jaw-dropped awe, rooted to the spot, watching the remnants of my technique fizzle away to nothing. His eyes took mine captive and I could only wait for his voice to call me back.
"That's why I'm the one guarding you," He said slowly, "I'm a Shaman, and one of the best protection guards around."
"How did you..." I muttered stupidly.
"I just told you, I'm a Shaman. An Elemental one, at that. I can redirect lightning," He suddenly gave me a suspicious look and grabbed the chain between my wrists, pulling me suddenly, yanking my arms into the air and towards him. I was suddenly lifted off the ground, with my arms above me, and spun around by the force of his wrist turning. My back hit his chest and my feet reached to hold the ground. He raised me up and I tried to stand on one toe while my other leg kicked through the air, searching for ground. He smirked at my helpless form and whispered into my ear, "So there'd better not be any more escape attempts, got it?"
"Got it," I confirmed with a nervous grin and quick nod, as I continued struggling.
"So it's true," He said, quieter this time.
"Huh?" I stopped moving about and peered back into his shimmering eyes.
"When they told me you were a Rogue, that somehow could use Warrior techniques, I was sceptical, then intrigued," He looked at me with interest.
I don't remember the last time I'd been so dumbfounded and mesmerized. I mean, it was like I wanted to hear him speak. I could feel my heat beating in my fingers as they hung above my head. Straadlater looked at me with those deep, enthralling golden eyes, eyes that almost mirrored my own. It wasn't something I was used to, feeling a connection to someone and all, not for a long time.
"Hey," I tugged at the shackles despite my bewitched and bewildered head, "I'm not some specimen, let me go!"
"My apologies," He released me and I just barely caught myself, stumbling over my own feet, "I'm sorry."
"You should be..." I muttered with a pout. I sighed then, and became grim again.
"Well," He noticed my mood and cleared his throat, "Like I said, you don't want to catch a cold, or anything." He repeated.
"Is that concern I hear," I peered over at him beneath raised brows, without moving an inch.
"Come on, Princess," He grabbed my arm and pulled me back across the bridge, and I was sure he was picking on me again.
"Hey, quit ignoring me!" I called after him, "And don't call me that-ever, ever-ever-ever-ever!"
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Preview of Next Chapter:
"King Varian," I said humbly, watching his feet for any sudden moves.
"So this is the Kujajin I've been hearing about," He leaned down to my level and looked me in the eye, "Stand up, boy,"
"..." I did as I was told and came to my feet, with my hands still beside my head.
"And lower your hands, now is not the time for a petty dispute," He let me lower my arms before addressing the others, "And you two must be Alpine and Votheilia, yes?"
"Yes sir," Alpine stood abruptly and motioned for Votheilia to do the same.
"Strange," Varian looked around, "I seem to remember there was another woman with you, a Human no less."
"About that..." I trailed off, catching my tongue in time.
"Ah, so there you all are," A recognizable voice was heard, and I turned to look him in the eye.
"Thrall," Varian stood up straight in the Warchief's presence.
"'About that'," He repeated what had I said, "The girl is waiting on the other side, at the front gates with the rest of my men."
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