Assassination

Ratchet…port town run by goblins and a place for the unscrupulous and seedy to skulk about in the shadows. Endryel stepped onto the dock off The Maiden’s Fancy, the ship that brought her from Booty Bay. Her soft leather boots making not a sound on the sturdy boards of the old dock. She made her way up the hill to the inn.

The tavern area of Ratchet’s inn was packed this night. Smoke lingered in thick clouds around the tables and the scent coming from the patrons from all over Azeroth created a wave of odor that could be sliced with a dagger. Endryel sat down at the only empty table and waved e innkeeper Wiley over. She had to raise her voice over the cacophony

“A brew and some information if you would Wiley,” She spoke casually and in a friendly manner.

“Good evenin’ Lady E, a pleasure to have ya in my humble establishmant as always,” The little goblin spoke a bit nervously. “ O’ course I’ll have the best brew for ya…and what information can I get ya, Lady E?” He was drying off a mug with a dishtowel and placed it on the table before Endryel and expertly poured some Dwarven stout into the mug.

“I’m looking for a creature,” Endryel said after taking a gulp of the beer. “Rathorian…a demon. Do you know where he might be? I know he lurks around in the Barrens.”

“Oh! Lady E!” The goblin smiled horribly, “I don know ‘bout anything like that.”

Endryel tilted her head and grinned at the little goblin. “Come on Wiley…you know me…I think I can take care of it don’t you think?” Endryel cocked her head to one side and moved her eyes to indicate the dark figure in the corner. The innkeeper followed her eyes and shot a quick look back at her.

Wiley stepped close to Endryel so he could whisper. “Is that one of them thievers that been hittin’ my liquor at night, Lady E?” Endryel smiled at the goblin and fingered her dagger. He looked down and his face paled to a lighter green. He nodded. “Okay…you take care o’ them...an’ I tell ya what ya wanna know…okay?”

Endryel nodded, drank down the beer and stood to leave. She looked down at the goblin and smiled. “No problem, Wiley, I’ll see you in the morning.” She said and then turned to walk out into the night.

More surreptitiously, a group of four men left the tavern over the next few minutes and followed Endryel’s path. The four gathered and made their way out of town. As the rounded a bend in the road, Endryel’s voice came form the shadows. “Good evening gentlemen.” She said softly but loud enough for them to hear.

The tallest of the men smiled and stopped in the road. “Good evening, Lady Endryel. Well met.”

“Tremallion, thank you for scouting ahead for me.” She replied nodding the greetings of the other three men. ”As usual, Wiley required an exchange. The thieves captured will sit well with him. He really does have the biggest ears of anyone in Kalimdor…I do like having him happy with us.”

“You know we could have gathered the information about Rathorian from someone else in town, I’m sure.” Replied Tremallion, the captain of Endryel’s personal guard.

“Mmm, I’m sure you could have,” she replied, “But this helps us cement our relations in Ratchet even more. I could hardly pass that up.”

Tremallion nodded and smiled. They walked away from town to a camp they had set up earlier. Tremallion and his men updated Endryel on the thieves in Ratchet and they all laid out a plan to capture the thieves later that evening.

With the two thieves in tow, Endryel, gathered the information of the location of the Shadow Council member, Rathorian. He was known to spend his time in a cave high atop Dreadmist Peak. The location was not far from Ratchet and the small group made good time on horseback. The climb up the mountain was somewhat arduous and treacherous in places. They arrived late the next evening and approached the cave entrance in stealth. They quietly took down the Orcs standing guard and slipped into the cave keeping to the shadows. Avery large Fel Guard demon stood before them. It seemed an odd place to see a Fel Guard.

Endryel spoke quietly from the shadows. “Are you the one they call Rathorian?” she asked.

The demon whirled around looking for the location of the voice. “Who wants to know?” he replied in a deep voice.

One of his minions had rushed behind a rock and was peeking out staring into the shadows. “Who is that Rathy?” it spoke in a little voice.

“SHUT UP YOU STUPID!” the demon roared realizing that the minion had given his name.

Endryel signaled to the others and they slid toward the minion. It was over in an instant. Not a sound was made as Endryel stepped through the shadows behind the demon…one second later her daggers had run him through and he lay dead on the floor. Tremallion and the others had killed the minion and two others that were hiding behind rocks.

“For Bundy!” Endryel whispered at the dead demon. And walked out of the cave into the night.