Saul hobbled up through the throne room of Undercity, carrying a shield and sword was a burden he was no longer used too but he would need it for the trial’s to come. Saul had been resting and preparing in Undercity for about a week and he had become accustomed to the darkness of the sewers, the night sky was lit with moonlight a refreshing change.

Having exhausted all sources of knowledge, all clues and trails the only thing left was The Scourge … Saul knew that it was likely he would become a braindead minion of The Lich King but there was no other way, whatever happened Saul could not remain in this state there was no point in him existing if he could not claim revenge on his betrayers or at least this is how he saw it. Lorath and The Watch was waiting just outside the City, ready for the final march.

Lorath stood head held high, his face had changed over the past few months he was rigid more determined, darker … For the first time since Saul had met Lorath he no longer felt the need to call him coward they would travel to Stratholme as equals.

“Are you ready, Saul?” Lorath spoke softly

Saul did not reply, only nodded his head as his cold gaze looked out into Tristfal

“Watcher’s this has not been an easy choice, but it is Saul’s wish, one we must honor.” Lorath spoke with a serious tone in his voice

“To Stratholme!” He yelled.