"I am no social expert, but I do believe that is the beginning of a long series of rumors and epic stories right there." Fran said as the dwarf eyed the murmuring crowd outside of Thea's office, who in turn watched the trio closely as they walked away. 

It did not help the crowd that the large halls of the cathedral seemed to amplify the smallest of sound, making what would have normally been a faint murmur to sound more reminiscent of a busy day at one of the larger markets at Stormwind.

"Trust me, if what the lass is saying about the cultist connection is true among the bloody lillies, then yer gonna need all the help you can get!" Fran mentioned as they had passed out of ear's reach from the crowd behind them as he looked up at the much taller Night Elf walking next to him.
"I fought in the Third War, and I know that I wouldn't have been here if it hadn't been for a couple of Paladins that I fought beside in Lordearon. Normal weapons and strong arms, however skilled, will only get you so far against the Scourge. But even against a watered down version of it, you will still need help. Dark magic, and the machinations produced by it, are not to be taken lightly, lass."

The dwarf talked, remembering back when he had fought in the Third War. Indeed, the Red Vanguard had fought many battles against the relentless, undead hordes of the Scourge as they ravaged the human kingdoms. But in most of those battles, they usually had help from some Paladins, or armed priests of the light to help fend off the worst the Scourge had to offer. But even if there were no death knights or greater undead abomination or wretched spirit, the simple undead minions could prove difficult to cut down.

While a normal man would likely bleed to death if stabbed in the right place, one could not count on the same with an undead, whose blood had long since clotted and dried up.

"I once had to strike one of those damned undead twelve times. TWELVE TIMES, before the bugger finally went down. I'll tell ye, if not for the light, some of the battles that we won would have been lost by us succumbing to exhaustion."