by Nightshade Nightshade left the rotting cabin behind and returned to the heat of Stranglethorn. The ghost had failed her for the last time. Word from the crows had come that the orc called Narg had survived the attack. It can find its own way out of the Plaguelands. It was my own fault for not dealing with the orc myself. The little Foresaken wench had dropped off the radar and that put the druid on edge. That one is sneaky. I'll need to take out the rest of her support system before I deal with her.