In the evening, Elunara took her place beside the throne while the meal was served. A familiar sound caught her attention and she focused on the back of the throne. Flexing her hand, she waited patiently until her target shifted. An assailant raised their hand toward Grommash's back while Elunara shifted her weight. Before the target could finish her swing, Elunara's dagger went into her throat. A blue haired night elf hit the ground at Grommash's feet. The commotion in the room froze as Elunara stooped down to inspect the body.
"Hey! This bitch owes me 40 gold." She rifled through the corpse's clothes.
"You just saved Grommash..." Grogek whispered.
"Huh?" She slipped the contents of the slain elf's belongings in her own bag. Looking up, she noticed the room gaping at her. "Oh. Yeah." She turned her attention to the encoded message in the elf's bag.
Grommash barked a laugh. "My pet has done well!"
"I need the board." She mumbled, before pushing past the orcs and heading into the war room. She pushed several objects to the side and began running her finger along the paper. The laid the scrap of paper over the area.
"Yes, there. Hmm."
"I see nothing but random markings." Grogek frowned.
"It's an encoded message. Each symbol has its own meaning, but this one..." She tapped the paper. "This is a location."
"What does it say?" Grommash narrowed his eyes.
"They have established a foothold at this location. It's a risky spot, but night elves are used to such terrain. I remember seeing it on my way here."
"How do we know this is not a trick?" This from Grogek.
"They left me out here to die, and have no reason to believe I live. Mylune was a terrible rogue, and it's just her style to not only attempt such a stupid, inescapable assassination, but to not destroy such an important piece of paper. Only my kind know this language, it would take my kind to decipher it."
"Hmm. I believe this. Grogek, send out the troops. We must CRUSH this before it becomes a stronghold."
Grogek frowned and looked back and forth between his Warchief and the night elf that was busy poring over the papers.
"Yes sir. It will be done." He turned and left.
"What else does that paper say?"
"The sister count is low." She murmured, half to herself, but loud enough to be heard. "Only a few glaives, but those are easily dealt with. Hmm. This was a request for support from a alliance out post...." She dragged her finger around the map. "Here. I think." Elunara straightened up. Sliding a finger in a line, she shook her head. "The fastest route was straight through here. Idiot."
Grogek returned. "The troops have been dispatched."
"Send some to this other location as well."
"It will be done."
Grommash barked a laugh. "Killed an assassin and led more of my troops to a slaughter, high praise indeed!" Grommash whacked her on the back. "What prize do you claim from me now?"
"Grogek." She stared at the stunned orc as she said it. "I want him to pose for me."
Grommash exploded in laughter. "It is done!"
