An Opportunity

"We found the island you mentioned, Lord Witherer." Tatsel was about to continue when Nathanos lightly raised a hand, stopping her.

His gaze turned toward a boulder only twenty meters away. The air fell silent. Several minutes passed before Nathanos turned back. "The eavesdropper is gone."

"Were they from the Alliance or the Horde?" the Undead fleet officer asked worriedly.

"If they were, I would have sensed them the moment they arrived. Clearly, this spy had been here for some time." The Witherer shook his head. Pandaria's factions were complicated, and it was hard to say whether he had provoked any enemies, but that was not important now. "Continue."

Tatsel nodded, looked around, and continued, "In the waters north of Pandaria, not far from Kun-Lai Summit, there is indeed an island that perfectly matches your description."

"What is on the island?"

"Our people did not approach it. They only observed it from the sea through telescopes."

The Witherer restrained his tone. "What made them afraid to land?"

"A fleet," Tatsel said with certainty. "A Troll fleet, along with quite a few Mogu."

Nathanos had to admire how quickly the Zandalari Troll and the Mogu had acted. Taran Zhu's people had encountered their attack only yesterday, yet today they had already brought Lei Shen's corpse to that island.

"Do they have many men?"

"We could not determine their numbers, but the scouts reported seeing a fleet second only to the Kul Tiras navy in size."

It was a universally acknowledged fact that Kul Tiras possessed the strongest fleet in all of Azeroth. Yet the facts before them had to be believed as well. The Zandalari Troll had come prepared.

"So even our fleet would find it difficult to defeat them?" Nathanos's question carried a hint of probing Tatsel's resolve. Though she