AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!

Lor'themar watched his friend closely as he seethed over his work, the Kirin Tor spy has really set Rommath off.

"Damn Proudmoore! She will pay for this. She must have sent the leach when I had opened the portal to here," Rommath continued to hiss into his documents, knowing his two friends could hear him.

"This issue is becoming out of hand Lor'themar. Do you think Proudmoore will do something even more drastic?" Halduron looked over to his highest in command.

"I am not sure, Halduron. But I can say she is getting more anxious as time passes. It is only a matter of time before she starts another war between factions," Lor'themar said in a hushed tone.

"That infernal bitch is trying to drive us back into war, Horde against Alliance once again. That way she will have an excuse to get revenge for Theramore." Rommath nearly roared with anger at his situation.

"I am beginning to also think that the matter of the loss of the Divine Bell is not what she is truly intending to avenge anymore," Halduron agreed grimly with his angered Magister friend.

"We cannot simply speculate, Halduron, Rommath." Lor'themar pointed out.

The meeting between the Grand Magister, Regent-General, and Regent Lord was cut short as a small commotion was heard approaching the Sunfury Spire.

Rommath sneered, "What now!?"

A muffled voice of a all to familiar female was heard with the flustered voices of many of the Sin'Dorei healers begging her to stop moving.

"Will you all let me go!? I-I am fine!" Creed grunted at the worried expressions of the healers who continued to beg her in Thalassian.

"But you are not healed yet, Ambassador!"

"Please come with us back to the ward, you are not fully recovered!"

Rommath, Halduron, and Lor'themar looked at one another and sighed. Rommath growled and stalked silently towards the entrance way to the Spire and saw Creed limping up the stairs trying to shoo away her healers.

"You insolent, stubborn woman. What are you doing up? You are still wounded," Rommath's annoyance quota had been long overdone for the day causing his eye to twitch.

"Gee, good to see you too, Rommath. Thanks for making a girl feel welcome," Creed rolled her eyes at the annoyed Blood Elf then smiled widely.

"Will you please leave me be!? I am fine now, sore, but fine nonetheless! Thank you!" Creed yelled at the healers.

Rommath rolled his eyes and nodded to them, they finally left her alone.

"Thanks... I owe you one." Creed joked, but her small smile fell a little at the serious expression on Rommath, Fel eyes were deadly set on her.

"What?" A large angered sigh left his mouth as he grabbed her arm pulling her forward into the room with the other leaders.

'Really!? What is with you and the goddamn arm grabbing!?'

Being practically thrown into the chair, Creed growled at Rommath.

"Hey! Will you calm down!?" Creed yelled.

"Calm down? Calm down!? Have you any idea how much panic you set off in this city, Ambassador?" Rommath roared at the weakened Human. Lavender colored eyes widened at the harsh voice.

"I'm sorry but it is not every day you see a Rogue of the Kirin Tor in Silvermoon, hiding in the shadow making his way to the Spire! I was trying to help!" Creed screamed back. Rommath began to yell in Thalassian at her. The new information made Lor'themar and Halduron look at one another with a serious and grim expression.

"At the expense of your life and the life of my people! He could have held a citizen hostage or worse, killed them! You do not think before you act! I thought you were a seasoned fighter, but you are a foolish little girl who charges into battle without a thought of the consequences!" Rommath's words cut deeply into Creed's heart.

Lor'themar was about to intervene when Creed whispered something.

"But he didn't! I knew very well the consequences of my actions. I live by them everyday... I know I was still wounded, but I knew he was heading to the Spire with intent to kill, something had to be done." Creed shocked the men.

All three elves spared each other a look, then gazed down at the human again. Creed felt her brow twitch with annoyance at the long, and not to mention blazing, glowing stares.

"His blade, the one I killed him with, was laced with a deadly neurotoxin... it's a very expensive and experimental poison that not many Rogues wish to use as it tends to effect the wielder over a duration of time as well; it has no antivenom meaning no cure to its effects! The only place I have ever seen that poison from is the SI:7. I was still an experimenting apprentice at the time and was training with a master Rogue named Mathias Shaw, who is apart of the organization SI:7. I liked to dabble and found the very same poison among his belongings... it is some seriously nasty stuff."

"Do you think that the blade was meant for the Regent Lord?" Halduron looked horrified at Creed's explanation.

She shook her head.

"No. In most cases I would say it was a possibility, but this has Kirin Tor written all over it meaning that it was possibly meant for either Rommath or me. I don't think whoever sent them knew I was a Rogue too, luckily a better one then the one they sent was..."

Silence.

The room was so very silent.

"Ugh... why does everything have to be complicated?" Creed sighed.

"Your meeting with Proudmoore had been scheduled for tomorrow," Rommath's in-distinctive voice was uneven with something Creed couldn't place as he tried to think of the connections of what had just happened.

"I shall prepa-"

"No. You shall rest until tomorrow, Ambassador Creed." Lor'themar commanded to the Rogue across from him. No discussion was left in his command.

'Damn, calm down. I'm the injured target, why are you the one who is so freaked out?' Creed childishly pouted to herself.

Rommath peered into Creed's eyes before he turned and left the Spire.

She saw so many emotions ran through them... anger, fury, betrayal, relief, sadness, joy, affection, and disappointment.

Mauve sadly orbs looked down at the scarlet colored carpet. Creed twisted her hands together... she never felt so disappointed in herself, not since...

Creed nodded at Lor'themar and Halduron before leaving.

"Would you like me to escort you back to your room, Creed?" Halduron asked kindly. Creed shook her head and smiled lightly.

"No thank you." She merely declined Halduron's offer to help her back to her inn room.

Walking out into the Court of the Sun, Creed took a deep breath of the cool night air. She froze when she spotted Rommath off in the distance walking, probably to his home.

Smirking, Creed stealthed into the shadows of the night and followed him home. A look of surprise came over her face as she watched him enter the section of the city that she had never seen. It was beautiful, a lush forest like like area surrounded by the magic of the city and Fel crystals. His home was large, around three stories high with the same elegant and beautiful design as the rest of the city... gold, scarlet, and cream.

Using the dancing shadows of the trees, Creed followed behind him at a safe distance. He entered and closed the scarlet and gold door. Looking up at the high windowed balcony of the house, Creed ran full force, leaping and scaling up to the banister.

Picking the lock to the window was cake, sliding in the dark room was easy, but Creed heard the steps of Rommath approaching the large room and panicked. She looked around and noticed... she was in his bedroom.

'Is this where Daliah and Rommath fuck?'

For a split second, the thought made Creed blush, her stomach twist, and chest burn with jealousy, before she got her ass in gear and let the panic set in again. She sprung in the closet and heard him enter the room.

Holding her breath, she watched him set his golden staff gently on its holster and begin to disrobe.

Blood rushed to Creed's face, she swallowed thickly and covered her eyes with her hands but not without catching a glimpse at the flexing muscles on his arms and back as he removed his robe. Laying his robe on his bed, he turned to his bathroom and closed the door.

A sigh of relief escaped Creed. She crept out of the closet, looking around the room for a second.

'Okay maybe it wasn't my wisest move to follow him here... maybe I should have just knocked on his door,' Creed thought.

Just before she could turn around to leave, a arm wrapped around her neck and waist locking her to the broad chest behind her. The familiar scarlet markings up both arms let Creed know it they belonged to.

"What are you doing in my house?" Rommath's deep Thalassian hissed into Creed's ear, tightening his grip on her making her let out a surprised gasp.