Reporting

After the four Forsaken warships received orders to set sail, Harkel ordered her Witherer to proceed at full speed. She herself sat in her cabin, carefully sharpening her blades, her eyes fixed on the Grand Marshal's Sword hanging on the wall. Before crossing to the other side of the Great Sea to destroy the humans, she needed to prepare herself properly.

The temperature in the cabin suddenly dropped sharply. Three shadowy figures appeared, all dark-skinned Blood Elves.

"You have done very well, Harkel. Lord Delvin is very pleased." One of them spoke. His voice came from beneath his mask, unpleasant and deeply unsettling.

Harkel loathed swearing loyalty to anyone other than the Witherer. She reminded herself that this was merely a transaction between her and the Vampyr. The deal had been struck one night after she had suffered the attack at sea. At the time, Blood Prince Delvin had personally come to find her and promised her a chance for revenge: all she had to do was make a trip to Ratchet. I have arranged everything else.

Had he found those humans? Harkel had suspected as much, but upon thinking it over, conflict was indeed one of the most effective ways to start a war. Commander Tatsel had decided to take action because of what happened to her. What was wrong with that?

"Everything is going very smoothly on my end. What about Delvin? How much longer is he going to drag this out? Within two days, my ships will clash head-on with the humans of Southshore. Within a week, the Alliance will completely lose control of the northern Eastern Kingdoms."

"Excellent. You have done very well, Harkel."

"Everything I do is for the Forsaken. I care about nothing else."

"Of course. This war will bring the Forsaken's wrath down