| rdfs:comment | - by Nightshade Nightshade sat atop the Savage Coast Fishmonger building, her sharp ears listening to the conversation several floors below her. The Bay was noisy, to be sure, but the druid found that her hearing was always remarkable when she wore the skin of the cat. They spoke in their secret language, the one it had taken her months to learn. "...and I want the Head of that bitch. Even if I hunt her down myself." "The druid will die. It's the price for crossing us." These words were spoken with icy tones. "Must be their little mage," the druid thought, filing away the information for later.
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| abstract | - by Nightshade Nightshade sat atop the Savage Coast Fishmonger building, her sharp ears listening to the conversation several floors below her. The Bay was noisy, to be sure, but the druid found that her hearing was always remarkable when she wore the skin of the cat. They spoke in their secret language, the one it had taken her months to learn. "...and I want the Head of that bitch. Even if I hunt her down myself." That sounded like the blond one, Kennia. Nightshade smirked to hear such angry words directed at her. There were other sounds too: The heavy mouth-breathing of an orc. Someone jabbed the tip of a dagger into a solid piece of wood. "The druid will die. It's the price for crossing us." These words were spoken with icy tones. "Must be their little mage," the druid thought, filing away the information for later. "Narg? You gather information on that thing and hire thugs. Also, talk to that Elven woman. Seems they were good at...interrogation. Her death will be slow, I swear." She heard the orcish voice respond. "Narg. Probably short for something. He's the other big orc," Nightshade thought, taking mental note of the name. She listened as conversation turned to business in Shattrath. She heard the mage talking about meeting some man. Kennia's voice said "Phea, I would like to have some Tigers watching you from the shadows. With this Slayer out there, I would feel better." Nightshade nearly purred with delight at the name they had given her. Slayer. She made mental note that the mage was called Phea and heard Kya and Narg volunteer for guard duty. "I rather be safe. We used to think nothing could harm Nerrok," said Kennia. "Ah," the druid grinned. "They thought of the big orc as invincible." A cruel delight curled in her stomach as she remembered that fight. "He was very fun. Let's hope the others are up to the challenge." The mage spoke again. "We still can not be so sure he has been harmed." "True, Phea. So true," Kya said, hope and anger mixed in her voice. "You are right," Kennia answered. "But until then each one of you will be more careful. I dont want a box showing up with anymore hearts. Are we clear?" "I can not make that promise," Phea shot back. "I was hoping to perserve and box the druid's heart." "Once we find her..." The blond warrior's threat hung in the air and then conversation turned to business with gnomes. Nightshade lounged on the roof a while longer. When the meeting began to wind down, she stretched and silently padded back into the jungle. "Ah, Von. Your new 'family' is soooo deliciously entertaining. When I'm done, you'll beg me to forgive you."
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