Braghaman stood on the overlook, gazing down at the Stormwind docks below. Ships were steadily coming in and settling in as sailors and dockhands busied themselves with tying off the boats to the moorings on the docks. No sooner had a boat been secured than people started to disembark. There was a steady stream of people, mostly Kaldorei, walking on the docks and heading towards the ramp that led to the main parts of Stormwind.
The paladin hooked his thumbs on his belt and quietly started to count the people who were getting off the latest boat. Ultimately deciding that the number was too high, he shook his head and gave up. Reaching out, he rested his hand on the butt of the haft of his war hammer, which was sitting on the ground beside him.
“Commander.”
Braghaman turned around, looking for the person who had spoken to him. “Erik,” he said with a nod.
“What brings you to Stormwind, commander?”
“I have some papers to bring to the Cathedral. And I guess that I wanted to see for myself.”
Erik nodded as he moved beside the paladin and looked over the edge.
“It looks bad,” Braghaman offered quietly, looking back down to the docks.
“It is.”
The two stood there quietly for several minutes.
“How are things going for you now, Erik?” Bragh asked, looking away from the stream of refugees.
“Things are well. My brother takes care of most of the business.”
“Good to hear.”
“I had considered,” Erik started, almost hesitantly. “Considered offering our ships to help bring supplies and refugees to the city.”
“I’m sure that would be really appreciated,” Bragh said with a smile.
“I would think so. I’ve been discussing it with my brother.”
“Have you spoken with Major Pinapple? The Dragoons might be mounting a similar mission already.”
“I hadn’t considered that,” Erik answered. “But that would seem like a good plan.”
“Well, when you go there to talk with her, can you deliver this for me please?” Braghaman reached into the back of his glove and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “It lets Pin and the others know what my plans are currently, in case they need to contact me.”
“And what are those plans, if I may ask?”
“I’m staying in Darkshire. I’ll continue training paladins there.”
“That explains the addition to the school.”
“Yeah. We built some dorms for the recruits to live in.”
“Have there been any more attacks?”
“No. Not since the last attempt.”
Erik paused for a moment. “I spoke with someone the other day. They told me that the death knight had returned while your family was away.”
“I didn’t see any sign of that,” Braghaman answered with a frown. “Who did you speak with?”
“I don’t know. They wore a mask. But I did see them once before in Duskwood. This person seems to be after the death knight as well.”
“Did they say why?”
“Not to me.”
“Think this is someone to be concerned with?”
“I don’t know. He approached me when he could have attacked me with surprise. But I haven’t been able to find out who he is.”
“Really? You?” Braghaman asked, surprised.
“He has managed to keep a very low profile. And he seems to know how to avoid any of my contacts.”
“That makes him rather suspicious,” Braghaman muttered, rubbing his chin.
“Agreed. I plan to continue looking for him.”
“When he spoke with you, what did you tell him?”
“That I had tracked the death knight to Icecrown.”
“Nothing about me or Niv or the kids?”
“No, sir.”
Braghaman stopped and looked back at the docks, thinking. After a minute, he looked back to the rogue.
“Thanks for letting me know. Keep looking for him. But at this point, we’ll assume that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I should get to the Cathedral. Need to talk with Shadowbreaker about the next batch of trainees.”
“Of course, sir. I will send word once I’ve spoken with the major. Let you know what happened.”
“Thanks,” Bragh said, offering his hand which Erik shook. “Stay safe, Erik. The world seems to be going to hell.”
“Isn’t it always?”
Ooph, this would have been pretty emotionally impactful to watch.