| abstract | - by Nightshade Nightshade left the rotting cabin behind and returned to the heat of Stranglethorn. The ghost had failed her for the last time. Word from the crows had come that the orc called Narg had survived the attack. It can find its own way out of the Plaguelands. It was my own fault for not dealing with the orc myself. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. It did not matter. She still had the element of surprise for the Foresaken called Ben and there was something to be said for having victims return beaten and bloody. The psychological damage alone sent a shiver of delight up her spine. There had been whispers that the Tong were sending a caravan of silks from Silvermoon and Ben was to be a part of that mission. She was uncertain yet who was to be a part of the transport, but it seemed as though the more powerful fighters were elsewhere. Von and the mage had disappeared into the Outlands. "No doubt trying to hunt me down," she thought with a smile. The little Foresaken wench had dropped off the radar and that put the druid on edge. That one is sneaky. I'll need to take out the rest of her support system before I deal with her. As for the rest, the husband and wife had retreated to Stormwind and Kya hadn't left the Bay in a week. She looked again at the map, her finger coming to rest on Deadwind Pass. "Yes," she grinned, "Very dangerous and so remote. Not much help can come to the rescue there. And maybe, if I have a little luck, they'll send a few more tender young Tigers for me to play with. I do so love easy pickings."
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