Ragnaros's Secret

The living room of Deren's home in Theramore was surrounded by piles of documents. From Jaina to Onyxia, every woman in the house was helping sort them. Even Anveena, though she understood little, was doing her best to pick up papers that had fallen to the floor.

"There's too much!" Chromie suddenly put on a pair of glasses and sat up from the pile of documents. "These assassins really never did anything good. They took money to kill people, spied on secrets, and even kidnapped and trafficked people. Even the Defias, who appeared to be their enemies, had placed orders with them many times."

"They deserved to die," Deren said blandly as he read through the documents. "They neither produced nor ran businesses, yet trained countless assassins to make money for them. Naturally, anyone who paid was a good customer."

The Black Dragon put down the document in her hand and asked curiously, "Why were they protecting that dragon egg, Ragnaros?"

"Haha~" Deren laughed. "An egg with intelligence and consciousness is extraordinarily rare and valuable, whether viewed from a human or dragon perspective. Since those assassins obtained it, of course they would keep it safe. What if they could train a Dragonborn assassin? Wouldn't even dragons become part of their business? And if that failed, there were plenty of customers across Azeroth willing to pay a high price for it. Either way, Ravenholdt had nothing to lose."

"Deren, now that Ravenholdt has been destroyed, will their remaining forces make a comeback?" Chromie asked. "The documents show that they stationed assassins and spies everywhere, constantly gathering intelligence and reporting it to the manor."

Deren shook his head. "There's no need to worry about those small fry. They only work for money. Once they lose contact with their superiors and no one