I wandered through Orgrimmar trying to think of a way to get Daelin to forgive me when I saw him standing in the Drag. He was peeping around a corner looking at someone. I walked quickly up to him, "Daelin, I am sorry about-."

"We'll have time for formalities later," he shushed. "Why do you suppose there so many people here today?"

"Winterveile, perhaps,"' I shrugged.

"Do you see that man over there? The one in full armor."

I noticed the being not far from where we were standing, "Hmm...yes."

"Pull up your hood. He is one of Darin's followers, a shadow. He was once an orc called Drenin."

Darin's work has already begun. Daelin reached into his pack and pulled out two crossbows with three shots each. He handed one to me, "Save the last shot. Fire when I say so."

I held my crossbow steady, aiming at the shadow's head. "Ready," Daelin counted. I took a deep breath. "Aim," Daelin continued. "Fire!"

The arrows wizzed out from the crossbow and straight through the plate armor of the being and another standing not too far away from the first. Daelin placed his crossbow on his back. "Keep your head down, your hood up, and gather all the provisions you need," he warned.

"Why?"

"Because they are coming after us!" Daelin pointed to two more shadows who were racing after us. He pulled himself up onto a rafter of one of the buildings under construction. I dashed behind a building and scaled up the wall to its roof.