“Cant vhe rezon vith them?” Orillia whispers. You are all crouched on a Cliffside overlooking the Naga encampment. Their camp is built around a deep patch of water, which is connected to the sea, yet protected by the island. “None of that, “All life is Sacred before the light.” Stuff now please.” Mutters Sera. “Iz tru.” Pouts Orillia. “Have you analyzed the spell?” Sera asks, it seems Orillia is especially adept at identifying and breaking down spells. “Ja, an seemz that dis spell, iz makin the womenz only have naga children in future…” Orillia whispers, there is something about the breathy way she says it, that makes your sheath tingle.
“Damn snakes, they want don’t just want to stop the Draenei from populating the area, they plan to reverse their fortunes and use them as breeding slaves…” Sera hisses, she draws an arrow and nocks it to her quiver. “… Ja, yes, seemz so.” Breathes Orillia at length. She turns her face away from Sera and you note she is blushing furiously.” Alright, I’ll take out as many as I can quietly, you support me from the rear…” hisses Sera. The two of you strike out silently into the Naga’s camp.
As you do, you feel a rush of your old willpower rise within you.
