Smug arrogant self serving assassin! Her and her merry band of cut throat grave robbers think they can just appear out of nowhere and take over Brill do they.
Hah! Luckily moving the tactical headquarters was not that difficult but, by the Dark Lady, now I will have to watch my back around that Thorn woman.
So far she’s proved to be nothing less than a total nuisance, her and the Vile Thorn, what kind of name is that for a Horde war band anyway, more like some sort of dark mercenary cult than a war band.
Wonder how the woman will fare in battle against the foe, if she’s not made some deal with them in the first place. Wouldn’t wonder if she put her poisoned blades to my throat one night before handing me over to the alliance in person.
*Commander Sarcophagus sits deep in thought in his look out near Undercity, a battle plan forgotten in his lap.*
Her and those evil yellow eyes of hers, peering out above that damn mask, what sort of woman wears a mask to cover her face, calling herself an assassin, huh, can’t even show her face in public.
*The Commander sighs to himself, eyes unreadable as he grumbles to himself over the recent meeting with Mistress Anethrax of the Vile Thorn.*
*He bends his head and tries to study his battle plan before the light fades.*
Seven of them had to come to her in Brill, seven! How did they know where to go unless they followed her around like a litter of pups? Seems the rumours may be true then, she has a band of scoundrels walking behind her all the time, hidden from view.
*With a sigh he folds up his battle plan and puts it away in a flight bag before leaning back against Chalk.*
Damn woman upsetting his plans, now they were tasked to work together for the common good of the Horde, the worse possible tactical decision in his opinion.
The Dark Lady had made it clear to them both they were on the same mission, if only it had not been her to make the choice of his ally for the coming battles.
Like the assassin leader would have honourable intentions with her sneaky pick pockets loose around her. If it wasn’t for his loyalty to his Banshee Queen he would end the Thorn Mistress himself.
*Finally he dozed off, back against Chalk’s white flank as his open eyes looked into the darkness of the Glades.*
*That night for the first time since the death of the Priest he dreamt, a battle waged in his dream, and as his great axe crushed his foes he saw the yellow eyes watching him. The eyes of a dangerous woman he dare not trust least she puts him back in his crypt.*
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