Whispers in the Dark Pt. 7

June 29th, in the 28th year after the Dark Portal was opened

Mage District

Stormwind

Faylian looked into the shattered mirror in her room at the Slaughtered Lamb and glared at the very angry woman she saw in it’s shattered pane. She just stood there looking at herself seeming lost in frustrated thoughts.

That Fel’ing necromancer had defeated her attempts to locate his sanctuary. Damn Mourne anyway!

“As long as he is hiding away in his tower being secretive he could be a threat to Andreyn and Myrandriel. Moreover he is a necromancer not under the control of the Ebon Blade. He could become a threat or rival to the order. Even if his motives are pure his failure could reflect badly on the Ebon Blades and turn opinions in the Alliance against us.”

“You should trust Myra’s instincts more. She trusts him. You trust her. That should be enough.”

It had all started when Faylian had encountered one of Mourne’s undead constructs in the common room of the Slaughtered Lamb. Leigan had not seemed particularly intelligent and she had befriended it. Even gifted it with a ghoul of her own creation to help supplement Mourne’s growing list of undead servitors.

Of course that ghoul had been altered slightly. It had been magically enhanced so that she could locate it anywhere on Azeroth. But when she had stormed the scene with a squad of Ebon Knights accompanying her they had found nothing. Leigan had apparently not brought the ghoul home after all.

And so here she was back at the Slaughtered Lamb starring at her newly broken mirror in frustration.

But only for now. She would have another chance soon enough she was sure.