D-1 before Ashenvale Invasion
« That’s not good. »
The huntress muttered a curse in Thalassian,
as she hid next to her goblin colleague. Above the rain kept falling,
drop after drop ticking on their head as they spied their prey.
The small clutter of elves huddled on the
road, the Sentinels and the man circling the priestess; glowing eyes on
the shadows. A worgen too, beast-creature that shouldn’t be able to be
so discreet. There was no moonlight, nor stars this time. They were
clouded by the rain but she had no doubt that in stories, it would be
their actions this night that got the credit.
The evening hadn’t started so badly; they did
their job, simply, professionally. Not a civilian’s hair touched,...