"Bring me five Frozen Orbs, eight bolts of embersilk cloth and a bottle of red dye"
The zeppelin rocked slightly as it connected with the dock, bringing his attention back to the present situation. He muttered to Belpep slightly while he stepped off the ship, though it was probably mostly speaking to himself as he ran over his plan. "I can pick up the dye and the cloth in the city, but those orbs... the only places I know to find them these days are deep within old castles and caverns up here in the north."
Belpep replied in his scraggly, high imp voice. "There could still be foes lurkin' around in there y'know... ghosties and remnants, stragglers o' the scourge..."
Duroxas scoffed. "All managable."
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Rather than stick to the fjord, his first stop was to the west a bit, deep under the forests in Dragonblight
From there, he decided to travel back east once more, ravaging Utgarde.
The sun was setting by then, and Northrend at night was a little more than uncomfortably cold. After spending the night in Vengance Landing Duroxas returned to Utgarde to find that even more vrykul had reoccupied the place, so he cleared it out again.
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A day or so later, with the orbs boxed up with the required embersilk and dye, the warlock set off to find his assigned Inquisitor, satisfied with his completed work...