Meanwhile, in the city of Dalaran, Sindre was among the followers of the Black Prince, hunting the streets for his sister and her now companion. The rogues stealthed alongside the elf disguised, still, as a woman, searching every corner. “They couldn’t have gone far,” Sindre announced, marching through the street. Wrathion had yet to arrive, taking care of other business.
He knew of a certain bronze dragon that would do nearly anything for him. She stayed in her own keep, far from her dragonflight, in Winterspring on the continent of Kaimdor. It was hardly ever the dragon expected, or accepted, guests, but naturally he was an exception.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Theodora inquired, her lips curling ever so slightly into a small smile.
"The Burning Legion may be on the rise again."
"So you need me to open an alternate timeline to stop it?"
"Should the need arise, yes."
Theodora studied Wrathion, placing her fingers on her cheek in thought, the other arm crossing over her chest. She was curious to know what exactly was happening in the world around her, and was beginning to regret not being a part of the younger races’ world.
"You know I’d do anything for you," she finally spoke, dropping her arms and folding her hands behind her back. Theodora started to pace, thinking yet again, "I certainly wouldn’t want the Burning Legion to return anytime soon."
She stopped pacing, looking to the black dragon once more. “Have you warned the Alliance or the Horde?”
"Not yet. I’d hate to frighten Anduin on a matter that can certainly be handled gracefully."
Theodora nearly sneered at the named. The prince of the humans was practically inseparable from Wrathion, and she was certainly jealous of that fact.
"Alright," Theodora started, "consider me in."
Glory Belle grinned when Adaila agreed to her terms. "So it's a deal, love?" She asked needing confirmation that the deal stuck. "Where is this staff of yours? Back at the house? Or had you left it in the tavern?" She questioned not paying much attention to where the girl had dropped the stick.
"I'll return your stick to you and then the hunter will become the hunted." She smirked at the thought of getting what she wanted.
Glory Belle had a feeling that it wouldn't be long now. Hook and his crew would be coming though the portal in no time and she wanted to make sure they were in the presence of the one currently hunting them. She would weave the bits of portal she managed to collect and allow them in just in time for the Dragon to mistake them for this demon army she was supposed to have. She almost laughed at the plan she'd set forth. Oh how interesting this would be.
