Mission Orders

Tirisfal Glades had its origins in death. The Scourge had swept through here, the elves had first died of sickness and disease here, and rumor held that an Old God had been buried here.

And now, an assassin was to recieve his next orders here.

Nephirin watched the Forsaken man from the shadows, waiting for any hint that the corpse had been followed. Nearby, a small mountain range loomed, breaking off view of the lake beyond. To the west, lay Lordaeron itself. Nephirin finally moved out of the shadows provided by the trees, and oved just behind the man before speaking.

"What is it?"

The Forsaken jumped. He was obviously scared-- Good. "Ah! Deathstalker! You-- uh-- startled me there."

"What is it?"

"Oh-- um-- well--"

"Spit it out."

The man flinched. "Well, I was told to give you this, and to-- uh-- say that you aught to follow the usual procedure in this-- uh-- situation." The man held out a sealed scroll as he spoke, which Nephirin took without comment.

He's of no use to you! Kill him!

Nephirin took a glance at the man, before looking down as he broke the seal.



Deathstalker,

Your next assignment will be within the Apothecary Guard. As such, you shall report to the Commander, Agrivain, for the duration of this assignment. During this period in the guard, you shall be conducting surveilence upon the individual known as Efraim Valgasha, who is currently working as an advisor to the Guard.

Shadows Guide.


Efraim Valgasha.... was to be under his surveilence.

Kill him! Slaughter him! Tear him to shreds! Rip out his throat! Feast on his blood! Kill him!

Nephirin glanced again at the man he lit the scroll on fire.

Kill!