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human cult that s been building up in Theramore。 They re called the Flaming Sword。 It might be that one of them
had some of our people as slaves； learned of the symbol that way； and took it for their own use。
Nazgrel nodded。 I ve heard some of those rumors as well； Warchief。
With respect； Kalthar said； I must treat this man。 He has discharged his duty； now I must take him from this
ridiculously cold throne room and heal him。
Of course。 Thrall nodded； and； at the old shaman s direction； the guards took Byrok out of the throne room。
Thrall then got up from his animalskin throne and started to pace。 What do you know of this Flaming Sword；
Nazgrel？
Nazgrel shrugged。 Very little humans gathering in their homes to talk about things。
Burx sneered。 Sitting and talking are things the humans do quite well。
But if they are brash enough to attack an orc within Durotar s borders； Nazgrel added； then they ve bee a lot
more powerful than we thought。
We ve got to respond； Burx said。 It s only a matter of time before the humans attack us。
Rexxar thought this extreme。 You would condemn an entire species on the actions of six of them？
They d do the same to us in a heartbeat； Burx said。 And unless these are the same six who stole our trees； and
who stood around and did nothing while orc traders were attacked； then it is very much more than six people。
Thrall turned to face Burx。 Theramore is our ally； Burx。 Jaina would not allow such a thing to gain power。
She may not have any control over this； Nazgrel said。 For all her power； for all she has earned our respect； she is
but one human female。
Rexxar remembered Jaina Proudmoore as the only honorable human he d ever met。 When faced with a choice
between siding with her father； her very flesh and blood； and honoring a promise to an orc； she chose the latter。
That choice saved Durotar from being destroyed before it was finished。 The Lady Proudmoore； he said； will do
what is right。
Shaking his head； Burx said； Your confidence is touching； Mok Nathal； but misplaced。 Do you really think that a
woman can change decades of human evil？ They fought us and killed us and enslaved us！ Do you think that will
change just because one person says so？
The orcs changed because one person said so； Rexxar said quietly。 That person stands before you now as
Warchief。 Do you doubt him？
At that； Burx backed down。 Of course not。 But
Thrall； however； had obviously made his decision。 He sat back down on the throne； refusing to let Burx finish。 I
know what Jaina is capable of； and I know her heart。 She will not betray us； and if there are vipers in her midst；
both the Horde and the most powerful wizard on the continent will deal with it together。 When she has finished
with the thunder lizards； I will speak to her of this Flaming Sword。 He turned and looked right at Burx。 What we
will not do is go back on our word to the humans and attack。 Is that clear？
Yes； Warchief。
Ten
S trov had been sitting in a dark corner of the Demonsbane Inn and Tavern for an hour when his brother Manuel
walked in with four of his fellow dockworkers。
At Colonel Lorena s direction； Strov had spoken with his brother about the Burning Blade。 Manuel said he hadn t
seen the person who tried to recruit him since that first time； but the last few times he d gone to the Demonsbane；
he d overheard a weaselly little fisherman named Margoz mutter to himself about the Burning Blade； usually after
consuming several corn whiskeys。 Strov had been hoping for the original recruiter Manuel had told him of weeks
earlier； but Manuel insisted that the man hadn t appeared at the Demonsbane since。
Manuel had never been any good at describing people； the best he could do regarding Margoz was weaselly； and
that word described half the Demonsbane s patronage。 But Manuel insisted that he could find the man again if he
saw him； and said he would e to the Demonsbane after his shift on the docks was done。
Strov arrived early； taking a seat in the corner； wanting to blend into the background of the tavern and people
watch。 After a few hours； he decided that he had no desire to ever patronize this establishment again。 The table was
filthy； and the stool he sat on was uneven and rocked on the unswept floor。 He got his first drink a watery ale at
the bar； and no attempt had been made to refill it。 It amazed Strov that the owner could stay in business。
On top of that； Strov found the demon skull behind the bar to be incredibly disturbing。 It was as if the thing were
staring right at him the entire time。 Although； thinking on it； he could see how the presence of that skull looming
over everyone in the tavern would drive people to drink more； so he supposed that； at least； was a sound business
decision。
Manuel came in with a bunch of men who； like him； were burly and loud and wearing only sleeveless shirts and
loose cotton pants。 Strov s brother earned his daily bread loading and unloading ships docked in Theramore； and
then spent most of it either at dice or in this tavern。 It was work that challenged only the body； not the mind； which
was why it had held no interest for Strov； but held plenty for the much less imaginative Manuel。 Strov s older
brother wasn t one to think overmuch on things。 Even the soldier s training Strov had received when he enlisted
would have been too taxing for him。 He preferred the simplicity of being told to take a box from one place and put
it in another place。 Anything more than that like the intricacies of fighting with a sword gave him a headache。
As the dockworkers made their way inside the bar； Manuel said； Find a table； fellas； I ll be orderin the drinks。
First round on you？ one of his coworkers asked with a grin。
You wish we ll divvy up later。 Manuel laughed and walked up to the bar。 Strov noted that his brother didn t
move in a straight line to the bar； but instead took an odd angle so he had to squeeze in between two other people in
order to stand at the bar。 Evenin ； Erik； he said to the barkeep。
The barkeep just nodded。
Two ales； one corn whiskey； one wine； and a boar s grog。
Strov smiled。 Manuel always had a weakness for boar s grog； which was of course the most expensive item in the
tavern。 This was one of several reasons why he still lived with their parents while Strov had his own place。
The usual； Erik said。 in up。
As Erik went to put the order together； Manuel turned to look at the man seated next to him。 He d arrived after
Strov did； but was already on his third corn whiskey。 Hey； Manuel said； you re Margoz； right？
The man just looked up and stared blankly at Manuel。
You re with them Burning Blade folk； right？ Had a fella in here awhile back； was lookin for recruits。 You re with
em； yeah？
Dunno what you re talking about。 Margoz s words were sufficiently slurred that his consonants barely qualified
as such。 Scuse me。
Margoz then got off his stool； stumbled to the floor； got up while refusing assistance from Manuel； and then walked
very slowly and unsteadily toward the door。
A moment later； after Manuel gave him a look and a nod； Strov abandoned his longempty mug and also exited
onto the streets of Theramore。
The cobblestone streets that formed a lattice amid the buildings of Theramore were designed to provide reinforced
ground for people； mounts； and wheeled conveyances to travel without risking getting mired in the swampy ground
the city had been built on。 Most people walked on them rather than the muck and grass on either side； which meant
the thoroughfares were so crowded that Strov could follow Margoz without fear of being noticed。
After Margoz bumped into four different people； two of whom actively tried to avoid him； Strov realized that they
could have been alone on the street for all it mattered。 Margoz was so drunk he wouldn t have noticed a dragon
following him down the street。
Still； Strov refused to let his training go to waste； so he kept a good distance behind and rarely looked right at the
target； though he kept him in his peripheral vision。
They soon arrived at a sma