Erik stood next to the banisters overlooking the city of Shattrath. Nearby, he could see the elevator bringing people to the Scryer’s Tier. Watching as another group left the elevator and walked past him, he shook his head slightly when he didn’t see who he was looking for and turned back to gazing at the city.
“I had heard you were asking around about me,” a muffled voice spoke from behind the rogue. Erik turned to see a man wearing brown robes and a mask covering his face.
“I have been.”
“If this is a trap…” the masked man began before letting the statement trail off.
“It is not. I need your assistance.”
“I assumed our alliance was over once the death knight was destroyed. Has he returned?”