Commander Braghaman Larethian

On The Hunt

The Slaughtered Lamb was quiet. There were a couple of tables that were occupied, but those people spoke in hushed tones with each other. One table near the front was occupied by two individuals, both of whom were deep in a whispered conversation. 

On the one side sat a person in brown robes and mask which hid his features and muffled his voice. Across from him sat a woman dressed in robes of purple and gold with a hood that was pulled low to help conceal her face from anyone not directly in front of her. On the table was a bottle of noir and two glasses, but neither person seemed interested in drinking from it.

“Thank you for meeting me here,” the man said.

“Its not my preferred location for a meeting, but it does have its charms,” she responded. “Most people wouldn’t expect a priest to come here,” she added with a smirk.

“I need to find someone. I believe he was a paladin once upon a time.”

“Once upon a time?”

“He may have been raised by Arthas.”

“Ahhh. One of those. And how do you think I could help?”

The man reaching into his robes and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Placing the paper on the table, he slid it over to the priestess. She waited a moment after he had removed his hand before she reached forward and took the paper. Unfolding the paper, she held it close and looked at the drawing on of a crest.

“That was on the death knight’s armor.”

“Well, it could be someone raised by the Lich King. But it could be from someone today. There are plenty of people who still have armor now with this crest.”

“Nothing special about it then?”

“Not on the face of it.”

“Is there any way that we could track this death knight?”

“If he were close enough, maybe. But he could be anywhere. And since I don’t know him personally, that would make it even harder.”

“I know he was spotted in Northrend at one point.”

“That doesn’t help much, Northrend is a pretty big place.”

“Of course,” he said, his head drooping slightly.

“I’m sorry that I can’t be more help,” the priestess offered quietly. “I’m afraid that unless something changes, old fashioned tracking is your best bet.”

“ I was afraid you would say that. But I figured I should ask none-the-less.”

“Of course.”

He reached into his robes again and took out a coin purse. Setting it on the table in front of the priestess, he then withdrew his hand and his masked looked up towards her. The priestess took the coin purse and opened it to look inside. Shaking it once, she then nodded as she drew the purse strings closed.

“I assume that there are no curses on this,” she said with a smirk. The robed man simply shook his head. “Thank you. It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

“Thank you for seeing me,” he said as he watched the priestess stand up and step back from the table. 

“I wasn’t sure I would. Your invitation was intriguing. And you seemed to know things about me that most would not. I’m tempted to ask how that is, but I’m not sure how satisfying the answer would be.”

“Your secrets are still safe, priestess,” the man said quietly.

“Please see that they are. For both our sakes,” she added as she turned, coin purse in hand, and left the tavern.

He waited until she was past the doorway before he rose from the table as well. Instead of moving to the door, he went to the back of the tavern and passed through an exit that led to a tunnel that went down. Reaching the bottom level, he stepped into the main chamber below before finding an empty room to the side. Once inside, he pulled a curtain over the entrance to the room.

“Voltuk.”

After a few moments, an imp suddenly appeared in the room next to the warlock.

“Yes?” the imp asked with a grin.

“We’ll need to hunt this death knight down on our own.”

“That is unfortunate,” Voltuk replied as he moved to the entrance of the room and peeked out through the curtain into the main chamber.

“I’ll need some information,” Banagan said, pulling his mask off and running a hand through his hair. “Those men you and Shaafun stopped in Darkshire. They’re still being held in quarantine. Go to them and find out who hired them.”

“How should I do that?” the imp asked, turning and looking at Banagan with a malicious glint in his eyes.

“Don’t burn the place down. Otherwise, do what you need to. And don’t get caught.”

“I never do,” the imp cackled as he disappeared.