The Hunt's Afoot (Closed RP)
After much traveling the world, he found his thoughts drifting to his sister once more. Tezuli... he missed her. He wanted her to see the power he gained, the strength and resolve and the way home! He had to find her, but... rumors had reached his ears of a clan of trolls, fiercely dedicated against Hakkar’s cause. He suspected she was among them, and his heart twisted.
If it were true.. convincing her to join his cause, to join Hakkar... would be difficult at best, impossible at worst. But he had to try.
... But in order to try, he’d need to get to that clan. He’d need to get into that clan.
And so his travels began again. Away from the swamp, through deserts and forest alike, until he found himself warily in Durotar. A little snooping here, a little information-prying there, and he found himself at the door of the one person who might be able to help him, Hakar willing.
With a knock, he uttered a phrase, “When is the blood thickest?”
He could only hope Milsoa’s voice echoed the other half of the phrase.
