The Quartermaster stammered and refused to say, but his expression gave everything away.
The man in charge of Firepot Town did not understand, but all he could do was stand there worrying.
"Never mind, then. Mr. Fafner, is it?" Adam did not press the matter. He turned to the man in charge.
"Yes. Is there something I can help you with?" Fafner ignored the looks the Quartermaster kept shooting him.
"There is. Since I can't borrow a warhorse, does Firepot Town have a Teleportation Array, a griffin, or any other way to reach the Mountain Pass quickly?"
"We have a Teleportation Array, but it won't open until the supplies arrive this evening. We have a griffin too, and it can leave right now!" Fafner said at once.
"Then sorry for the trouble, but could you have the griffin take me there?"
"No problem. I'll make the arrangements!"
"I'll come with you," Adam said. He glanced at the Quartermaster's rueful smile and gave him a nod.
Now that was interesting. The Quartermaster still thought well of them, so... had someone just told him not to help?
"Stay here. We'll pick you up once the mission is over," Adam told the Hellfire Legion soldiers.
The soldier who had complained opened his mouth, then stopped.
This isn't how the plot's supposed to go. Are we still meant to follow the script...?
The moment Adam and Fafner left, the Quartermaster hurried into a nearby house.
Lordaeron's adjutant was inside. He watched Adam go with a rueful smile, but ultimately stopped short of feeding the griffin laxatives to force the script back on track.
The griffin set off with the knight and Adam on its back. They reached the Northern Pass in less than an hour.
By the time Adam personally delivered the letter to