Ranger Camp.
Knock, knock~ There was a knock outside Sylvanas's office.
"Come in!" Sylvanas called out loudly, pausing her review of the documents.
The door opened. It was one of her Rangers, who led in a one-eyed man.
"Captain, I've brought the person you asked for," her subordinate reported respectfully.
Sylvanas waved a hand, signaling for her to leave.
The one-eyed man bowed to the Ranger Captain. "Hello, Captain Sylvanas. What did you need me for?"
"Sit." Sylvanas gestured for him to take the chair across from her. Then she stood, studying him. "You're One-Eye Heg, right? The sort who's made quite a name for himself in the market trade district?"
"Yes, that's me!" One-Eye immediately rose to his feet, awaiting her orders.
"Sit. I called you here because there's something good in it for you." Sylvanas sat back down.
"My lady, just say the word. I'll make sure it's done," One-Eye said quickly, immediately making his position clear.
"I'll speak, and you remember it. Soon, a Tauren underling from the docks will come looking for me. He's representing Orgrimmar and wants me to make things easier for their goods. But I don't think much of the Horde, so I've refused them time and again." Sylvanas began laying out the script.
"Yes, yes, I've remembered it all." One-Eye was no fool. On the contrary, he knew this sort of gray business inside and out.
"Right now, you're the representative of some merchant, negotiating with me to resolve the issue of his seized goods. Since we've worked together for years, I usually give you face. My character is to hate evil, but I also show consideration for friends. The Tauren will see us talking and acting close. Then I'll drive him out as usual. You follow him and say you can