At the border between Shadowmoon Valley and Talador, Nathanos studied the map once more. He had already memorized the terrain around here; he was only looking again in case there was a shortcut he had missed.
Sylvanas was the only one traveling with him. Their respective subordinates would remain in Shadowmoon Valley to help the Draenei fight the Iron Horde.
The original route for this journey had been to visit Auchindoun first, then depart from there for Nagrand. Nathanos had hardly expected to change course midway. He stared at the strange-looking fellow before him.
"My name is Rishad."
The journey to Auchindoun was long, and on the first night, they had to stop in the woods to rest. Sylvanas was asleep while Nathanos kept watch before the tent, meditating, when someone suddenly arrived in the middle of the night. At first, The Witherer thought it was an attacker, but the figure emerged from the shadows with his back laden with scrolls, like Loremaster Zhou Zhuo.
He posed no threat. Nathanos and Sylvanas exchanged a glance, and both lowered their guard.
"Are you lost, Arakkoa?"
"Uh, of course not. In fact, finding you was no easy task. Talador has plenty of dangerous creatures, after all."
"Looking for us?" Nathanos had an inexplicable feeling that everyone knew him. He found it rather strange. "Where did you hear about us?"
Rishad twisted his neck, and Nathanos interpreted the motion as him looking at Sylvanas. After hesitating for a moment, the Arakkoa said, "More precisely, I came looking for you. My god told me to."
His time in Outland gradually resurfaced in his memories. Nathanos had only heard of two gods connected to the Arakkoa: Sethe and Anzu. The latter seemed to have survived to this day.
"His name is Anzu, guardian god of