The Arrival of the Queen of Dragons

Ji Firepaw was among the first Pandaren to join the Horde. He waited quietly before the throne hall. As the doors opened, he bowed to the newcomer. Joy gleamed in his eyes when he saw that The Witherer was willing to meet him alone. Even during the Battle for Orgrimmar, he and Nathanos had never met.

"Thank you for receiving me, Your Majesty," Ji said. "Thank you."

Nathanos appeared calm on the surface, but the title stirred something within him.

"I am not a King," he said. "And even if I were, I would not be your King." Smiling, he raised a hand. "All right, Master Huojin. No need to be so formal. Tell me why you came."

"I came on a personal matter," Ji replied. His usually playful voice now sounded somewhat grave, making his tension and worry easy to sense.

Nathanos could tell that he had been injured before, and severely at that. Parts of his fur were still torn. "I suppose it has something to do with what happened to you, doesn't it?"

The Pandaren nodded. "When I joined the Horde, Garrosh was the Great Chief. I have to say, the former Great Chief did many things wrong. But that was his own doing. Not all Orcs are like him."

"So you came to discuss the prisoners with me? It seems you are even more eager than Eitrigg and Lok'han. But rest assured, I will release those prisoners. I mean, hand them over to the Horde."

Ji swayed slightly on his feet. "All of them?" he asked softly.

The Witherer narrowed his eyes slightly and gradually understood why Ji had come. But how did the Pandaren know? Heklar's operation should have been top secret. "You wish to ask about... Nazgrim?"

"Yes. I was once interrogated by Garrosh's