White Pawn

By the time Shaw returned to Stormwind City, night had already fallen. He was told that the King had gone to sleep, so he had no choice but to return to SI:7 headquarters in Old Town and write a detailed report on the Redridge Mountains incident in his office.

"Sorry to disturb you, Spymaster."

Shaw looked up. A Goblin had opened his office door. The Goblin held a hand to his brow and saluted him.

The visitor was Regik "Razor," a short Goblin. Unlike the Alliance's other organizations, SI:7 recruited not only humans, Dwarves, Night Elves, and other races, but also Goblins and High Elves.

"What is it?" Shaw asked as he lowered his head and continued writing his report.

"There's a secret letter from the King. He ordered that it be delivered to you as soon as you returned."

"A letter from the King?" Shaw set down his pen, walked over to Regik, and took the small envelope.

The seal was completely intact. No one had opened it. He could open it now.

Shaw swiftly scanned the lines of text. Once he had finished reading, he tossed the letter into the brazier.

"When was this letter delivered?"

"At noon today."

The Spymaster frowned. Half a day had already passed...

"Is Admiral Taylor still in Stormwind City?"

Regik thought for a moment before answering, "No, he isn't. At two this afternoon, he left with several dozen warships, splitting into three groups bound for Kalimdor. Sir, what exactly happened?"

"White Pawn is coming back. The King sent people to meet him."

"White... White Pawn!" Regik's eyes widened. Only a handful of people in Stormwind City knew whom that name truly referred to.

"What should we do?"

"Contact the spies in Kalimdor immediately. Tell them to watch the Horde navy's movements. Make