Yu Lin Bloodhawk walked ahead with a dark expression, ignoring Sylvanas as she followed close behind. She regretted mentioning the Hippogryph Training Grounds. Why did I have to bring that up in front of him? Honestly, wasn't that just rubbing salt in his wounds?
Neither of them spoke again. Before long, Yu Lin Bloodhawk found the Gryphon Rider Commander on a stretch of high ground.
"How are things?" he asked.
The Gryphon Rider Commander shook his head. "Same as yesterday. The Satyrs haven't made any major moves overall."
"Mm. Their lack of activity is good news for us, at least," Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.
"Oh, right. We caught a Satyr sneaking out of the Eastern District last night. Want to take a look?"
"Oh? Where is he?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk hadn't expected them to capture someone so quickly.
"We've got him locked up over there." The Gryphon Rider Commander pointed toward the Gryphon Riders' camp in the distance. "That bastard is vicious. He looks at us as if we've had a blood feud going back eight or ten generations. There's real malice in his eyes."
"Satyrs hate all Elves, High Elves and Night Elves alike. They're a bunch of sick freaks. Their favorite pastime is torturing Elves to death. Seeing Elves suffer in extreme agony gives them pleasure," Yu Lin Bloodhawk said flatly.
"Tch. That really is a sick hobby," the Gryphon Rider Commander said contemptuously.
As they walked, Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked the Gryphon Rider Commander whether he had interrogated the Satyr. The commander said he had, but hadn't obtained any useful information. Perhaps the Satyr's position in the Eastern District was too low for him to have access to any important secrets.
They continued talking as they walked, until the Gryphon Rider Commander finally brought Yu Lin Bloodhawk