Don't Force Yourselves

On the wilderness outside Theramore, Deren was confronting two succubi.

Though he had been struck by some kind of spell and was weak all over, he could only laboriously prop himself up with both hands and stare at the tall Aurelia.

"I'm just a lowly advisor who happened to drink with Velen. He let slip some secrets while drunk. For example, he said that he and Kil'jaeden had always been good friends, good brothers. They were in the past, they were now, and they would be in the future." Deren began spinning lies.

Aurelia looked at the crystal in her hand. It did indeed belong to Velen, or perhaps some other important figure from Shattrath. That made this advisor's words somewhat credible. Magical detection also indicated that the man was not lying.

Her boss, Kil'jaeden, and Velen had indeed once been good friends and good brothers. But later, they had fallen out. Kil'jaeden had joined Sargeras's Burning Legion, while Velen had led those clansmen unwilling to fall into corruption far away and become Draenei. Later, Kil'jaeden had hunted the Draenei across the world. The two had long since become enemies.

Yet the implication behind what this advisor claimed to have heard from Velen was terrifying. Could Kil'jaeden and Velen have been putting on an act?

"This damned human must be lying to us." Saloras walked to her sister's side and hissed irritably in Eredar, "The commander couldn't possibly still have anything to do with those weak Draenei." She stamped her foot, and her hoof kicked up clumps of grass.

"What else do you know?" Aurelia ignored her companion and continued pressing Deren. Yet her heart was already churning like a stormy sea.

Deren pretended to think, scratching his head. "There's a lot more. Back then, their home planet was called