Threat

Salen's eyelid twitched. Right under his nose, the man had clearly not moved, and there could not possibly have been a fifth person in this cramped room.

"All right, I'm sorry you killed them. I wasn't close to them. Of course, their deaths wouldn't affect me much anyway." Songweaver drew a breath and tasted blood in the air. No matter what, even if he was the next one to die, he ought to look brave.

"You needn't mourn them." The Undead made a motion as if wiping down a weapon. "That female human had a husband, but she loved cheating on him. When he found out, she killed her husband."

Salen froze upon hearing that.

"That Night Elf was once a Horde prisoner. To survive, she betrayed her own people. More than thirty Night Elves died overnight because of her betrayal."

"I had no idea they had such fascinating stories." Salen's heartbeat abruptly quickened. "So you came to punish them?"

The Undead clasped his hands beneath his chin in a thoughtful pose. "You're the same. Salen Songweaver, your sins are even greater than theirs. You infiltrated Dalaran and deceived the Kirin Tor into trusting you, offering every piece of intelligence you obtained to Garrosh as a spy. Most importantly, you nearly ensured history would remember you forever. Theramore nearly perished completely."

Was this man a Forsaken? Salen began to wonder. After all, the Forsaken had taken part in the Battle of Orgrimmar and were hunting Garrosh's followers. If so, his presence here was understandable—but why did he know about those two women? Salen had only just met them and did not even know their names. Still, one thing was certain: this Undead had come for him.

"It sounds like I truly deserve no forgiveness. So you're here to kill me,