"It was a Demon blade, it will not heal," Reo looked down at his left hand again. "Zurilod, Zofrin saved your life. He protected your body while Darin and I fought. Darin was stabbed through the chest." He did not explain what happened to his finger.

Zofrin sat up, he curled over in pain and howled loudly. His back bones changed in shape, his nose elongated into a muzle and his hands and feet sprouted claws. A dark grey fur covered his body and he stood. He studied his new features and said, "They must have had a worgen slave. That's what bit me."

I had heard of the Worgen. They had been trapped behind the Greymane wall for years. Untill recently, none had escaped and now they had been loosed on the world. Apparently, the Demon lords had taken advantage and took a few as slaves. I did not understand how Zofrin was under so much self-control, it must have been something to do with being a druid.

The ground rumbled beneath us and the earth split. A crevass split wide open. Reo jumped up and leapt over the to the other side. Zofrin followed. I looked back at Darin who just layed there gasping for air. I wished to save his life, but I feared for my own and being seperated from Reo. I jumped over the crevass.

Darin roled over and cried out in pain. He staggard to his feet and covered his wound with his hand which was soaked in his blood within a few seconds. He limped towards us but the opening had grown too wide. He tried jumping anyways, blood trailing behind him. He missed and scraped at the ledge with one hand. "Help!" he cried. Reo did not look back but I glanced over my shoulder. I saw Darin's fingers at the edge and then they disappeared. A blood curtling cry of anguish rang through the air. Reo did not flinch.

"He did not deserve to die in such a way!" I looked at Reo from the corner ofmy eye.

"He will be back," Reo said simply.

"How are you so sure? You said he had died in Brill and again in Nagrand! And yet he STILL came back!"