The sounds of battle echoed down the halls, covering the faint shuffle of her leather soles against the damp stone floor. She felt the hair rise along the back of her neck and knew that others were watching. The small Forsaken walked slowly, giving the whispers time to spread. She wanted them to bear witness to this. The clash of steel and cries of men grew clearer as she entered the cavernous hall that held the training grounds of the largest group of free-willed undead in Azeroth: the war quarter of the Undercity. "What did you do?" he demanded again, his voice edged in panic.