Lascivious sat on Sam’s back looking at the activity in the valley below. The Argent Dawn has set up a quick make-shift camp before the Dark Portal. All she knew was what she read or heard. The names and places meant nothing to her when she was living, but now… in death the importance of the events which had passed her by in her small village weighed down on her, threatening to crush her tiny frame. On either side her stood the giant forms of Mohan and Muatah. She took strength from their presence and in the knowledge she had the support of all The Grim.
“The portal is almost open,” said Mohan sitting casually on his mount on her left.
“I believe when I am done exploring Azeroth I will enter that portal.”
“I will follow you, Mistress.”
To her right, Muatah - stoic as always - merely nodded. Lascivious grinned. Though their business with the Alliance was not done, soon a whole new world would learn to fear The Grim.