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| - For the attention of Mathias Shaw. Sir, In accordance with your wishes concerning the arrival of these "death knights" we have begun our investigations into their backgrounds and compiled the information available to us. Case in point is the man known as Feren Bloodmire. I can only offer my appologies sir, as you can tell much of this information is incomplete. There is, in fact, little record of this man ever setting foot in Stormwind or the surrounding territories before. While many Death knights do choose to abandon their birth names, and adopt a suitable more... morbid monicker, we have still been unable to discover his real name. What we have here is largely based on annecdotes Feren himself has told, and what we have learned through extensive questioning of the populace he has intera
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| - For the attention of Mathias Shaw. Sir, In accordance with your wishes concerning the arrival of these "death knights" we have begun our investigations into their backgrounds and compiled the information available to us. Case in point is the man known as Feren Bloodmire. I can only offer my appologies sir, as you can tell much of this information is incomplete. There is, in fact, little record of this man ever setting foot in Stormwind or the surrounding territories before. While many Death knights do choose to abandon their birth names, and adopt a suitable more... morbid monicker, we have still been unable to discover his real name. What we have here is largely based on annecdotes Feren himself has told, and what we have learned through extensive questioning of the populace he has interacted with. I believe this maybe one for the Black Ledger, sir. Respecfully yours. D Feren read the report again. They had gathered alot more about him than he had first suspected, and was mildly disapointed. There were gaps in his own memory he would have liked to have filled. He turned his attention to the SI:7 opperative, who was making urgent gurgling sounds from beneath Feren's plated boot. "This is what will happen." Feren said, his tone icy. "I will burn this report, and you will go back to your masters and tell them you could find nothing. Not only honoring your King's decree, but saving your own miserable life in the process. Do we understand each other?" The man tried to nod, and winced. Feren's boot was planted firmly on his throat. He blinked frantically instead. The death knight nodded, and removed his foot. The spy gasped and turned on his side, coughing. He gulped hungry lungfulls of air while Feren watched. "Remember." The death knight whispered. The spy turned round to look at Feren, but he was gone. Only the smouldering remains of his report were left on the floor.
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