A few days later, outside the Theramore Mage Tower.
Thrall and several dozen Goblins waited for the Mage Tower's owner to appear, like kindergarteners on a field trip.
Jaina teleported in front of Thrall and asked with concern, "Old friend, are these all mages?"
After stepping forward to greet her, Thrall said, "Yes, they're all mages I hired who know Polymorph. I invited every one of them from Ratchet."
"All right, old friend. With so many mages who know Polymorph, I can rest easy. If Theramore didn't need me, I'd really like to go to Outland and help you." Jaina did not forget to twist the knife.
Thrall's face stiffened, then he said sincerely, "No need, no need, old friend. Theramore needs you!"
"All right!" Jaina looked regretful as she waved her staff and cast a spell. Amid the Goblins' cries of amazement, everyone vanished from where they stood.
When their vision returned, they found themselves in a spacious room.
A massive Magic Array stood in the center of the room, embedded with all sorts of mana gems. The Goblin Prince, Rivendare, was also standing nearby.
Seeing so many Goblin mages, he shrieked, "Oh-ho! So many mages! Our Rustwater brethren are truly astonishing!" Then he clapped his hands, and several Goblin Accountants stepped forward to join the Goblin mages.
Rivendare explained, "My people also need to go to Outland to discuss business. We thought we'd catch a ride while we're at it. The Great Chieftain doesn't mind, does he?"
As he spoke, he winked at Thrall.
The Orc Great Chieftain understood at once. These Goblin Accountants were the people responsible for smuggling goods along when the Mag'har Orcs were teleported. He said, "I have no problem with it, but does Jaina know?"
He turned his gaze toward Jaina.
The female