"Have fun last night?" Darguni poked Bradly in the ribs.
"We spent a fair amount just talking. Turns out, she's an "after marriage" kind of girl. I think I like it."
"I didn't see her leave."
"I walked her back to the inn around midnight."
"Ah." Darguni snorted. "No more cockmunching for you?"
"Ha, ha. I prefer being the munched, rather than the muncher."
"Well, if you still like a dick up your ass, you can borrow mom's toolkit."
"I'm pretty sure... having giant marble dick shattered up my ass has broken me of the notion."
Both turned around at a heavy sigh. "That's what I get for walking within earshot of Elunara's kids." Gerald rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Now I need brain bleach."
"Um, may I sit?"
Lydia blinked up. "Of course, you're always free to sit here." She scooted over. "Your... condition changes nothing."
"In Duskwood," Evelyn sat on the edge of the platform. "people are still afraid of us. Momma helped me hide because of it. Forgive me if I'm a little frightened of people knowing. I'll... try not to touch your children."
"Don't be ridiculous." Lydia scoffed. "I'm not worried about you hurting my children. Besides, all five babies here are only half human. Susan's are half orc, and mine... Well, Darguni is half orc, half night elf."
"What... does that have to do with anything?"
"Only humans can be converted to Worgen." Elunara stood over them. "Have you seen Gerald?"
"Last saw him speaking with Darguni and Bradly."
"Thanks."
Lydia watched Elunara walk off. "She hasn't been herself lately..."
"It's going around." Susan sighed. "Grogek has been working his recruits near to death."
"Yo, Gerald."
"What's up 'Nara?"
"Were you blackmailed by a dwarf named Jameson?"
He blinked. "Ok, first, who? Second, I haven't done anything blackmail worthy."
Elunara searched his face. "I need your help."
"With?"
Grabbing his arm, she dragged him off of the training yard. "My house, now."
"Alright." He tugged his arm out of her grasp. "Sis, you don't have to force me."
"Sorry." She raked her fingers through her hair. "I know you, I trust you."
"I would hope you do."
Closing the front door, she leaned against it. "One hundred and thirty seven."
"Uhh, ok?"
"That's how many agents I now have in custody; many of which are facing charges for treason."
"What the shit?"
"It seems that this shitty little dwarf named Jameson had blackmail on a number of people, many of which are in our agency and many of which paid him off with favors within the agency."
Gerald flopped down in a chair. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Mathias and I have been tearing the information to pieces and it just gets more disastrous by the page. I need your help, because nobody can scent blood like you can. I need to divide up the work, but I have essentially no one. You can help me figure out who I can trust and who I can't."
"Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."
"Thank the Gods." She sighed.
"So much for early retirement." Gerald chuckled.
"I know... poor Mathias is in pieces over this."
"Oh, I meant me."
She raked her fingers through her hair. "What?"
"Yeah... I was going to ask you for a solid, and let me retire. I want the full package. Guess I have to wait."
"After this mess, we can discuss it." She rubbed her hands over her growing belly.
"It's still weird seeing you pregnant."
"A kick in the ass is what it is." She laughed. "I check on her every few minutes, just to feel the sensations."
That night, Elunara climbed in bed and curled up beside Grogek.
"Are you ok, my love?"
"I'm so tired." She groaned. "I've been indoors, locked away for days, and haven't had a chance to recharge."
"And you've helped me instead?" Tulani blinked.
"I just want to see you happy."
At the pounding on the door, Elunara groaned. "WHAT?" She yelled
Bradly pushed the door open. "I just spotted Tina and Lulu leaving the house."
"I'll kill the both of them." She climbed out of bed and headed for the door.
Picking up their trail, she followed the pair to the base of the Keep. Hiding behind a wall, she blinked at the crowd of children. Nearly every child in Stormwind, and some adults, stood around as if waiting for something.
From the center of a crowd, a man, no a boy; rose above the rest in a purple orb of power. In his hand, he held what looked like a bracelet. A bag was attached to the front of his chest. "THAT'S RIGHT!" He called. "OBEY ME!"
"The hell is THAT?"