“So what will you do now, Erik?”
The rogue had been sitting quietly, staring at the papers and maps that were laying on the table. At the question, he looked up and leaned back in his chair. Across from him, a young lady sat on the coach with her legs pulled up beside her.
“I think it’s time I call in some favors, May,” Erik said calmly.
“You never call in favors.”
“Now’s the time,” Erik answered with a shrug.
“How many favors are you calling in?”
“As many as I need to.”
“To do what?”
“I can’t be everywhere I need to be,” Erik answered with a sigh.
“I’m sorry,” May said quietly.
Erik nodded and cast a vague look around Sharlimay’s apartment. It was as comfortable and pleasant as it ever was. Some thought, some fancy seemed to occur to Erik for a moment, but then he shook his head and looked down at the table again.
“Think your contacts can find her?”
“Maybe,” Erik answered, rubbing his eyes a little. “Doubt it. Who ever took her from Draenor went to a lot of effort to not be noticed. You never know, though.”
“So all eyes open everywhere, is that it?”
“Something like that. But I also need to find one other person.”
“Besides Mrs. Larethian?”
“Yes. I need to find the man in the brown robes. The warlock.”
“The warlock? Why? Do you think he had something to do with this?”
“No,” Erik answered quickly. “But I think he’ll want to know.”
“Because I’m betting this will be personal for him.”
“Any ideas where he is then?”
“Last time I saw him, he was in Shattrath. I would be surprised if he’s there still.”
“What will you do if you find him?”
“Tell him what happened to the commander. And who was responsible.”
“Who’s responsible? Looking for someone to fight at your side?” May asked with a frown.
“Not exactly. If this goes how I expect, they’ll never see it coming.”
“So you’re going to rile him up and set him loose?”
“I don’t think I’ll have to do much,” Erik replied grimly.
“What about the commander? You think he’s still alive?”
“I hope so.”
“Then why aren’t you out looking for him?”
“Because, May. He said this was the top priority. To get Mrs. Larethian home. I’m going to honor that. And hope I’ve made the right decision.”
“Okay. While I’m sending word out, calling in all your markers, what’re you going to be doing?”
“I need to pay someone a visit,” Erik answered, barely above a whisper.