(For those who are reading follow http://eu.battle.net/wow/en/forum/to...4384849?page=2 for context)
The girl in the shadows watched as the face revealed itself to be another, A far paler visage than she expected.
It faces was chalkish and thin with arms that appeared out of place on it. The elf was not one amongst the living but one
of the dead. It was undead, A Necromancer. The stone had caught it attention.
The Girl knew what was following her, and the squads of Argent Crusaders.
Scourge Remnants. Very well Organised it appeared but with the Lich King dead, who organised them?
The shadowed girl forgot that question in Lieu and flight. She took to her feet slowly creepy along the bushes, Fingers stroking the leaves as they passed to quieten her. She slowly loss sight but no less was the smell of undeath. The Stone walls of a quiet city were found. A Side gate was to the east and she quickly made her there. Entrance to the city had to made, A feeling washed over Zenera.
It was fear. Stratholme She thought. By Alterac i hate this place.
She could only hope that she could find Sharon and the others quickly enough.