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"Let me ask something else. What did you encounter inside the Greymane Wall? Do those wolf-like humanoid creatures have anything to do with you?"
At this, the young man sitting on the stretcher finally showed a reaction. He also understood clearly that the worgen curse had spread beyond the wall and drawn the attention of an army.
"I... I am..." An ill-timed sound interrupted him as his stomach began to rumble.
"Go get him some bread and milk." Tirion Fordring directed Taelan. Tirion felt some sympathy for this thin young man.
"What is your name? Why did you collapse on this road?" After watching the young man wolf down his food, Tirion Fordring spoke. "We won't hurt you."
Tirion Fordring's fatherly sincerity moved the young man. After swallowing the bread in his mouth, he slowly began, "My name is Percival Glop. I'm from Gilneas. I live in Duskhaven, and my family runs a small materials business..."
Once this young man named Percival started talking, he could not stop. At least, he told them all about his family circumstances and his own history.
"As for my injuries, I got them while hunting with friends."
"You seem to be avoiding something, or hiding something important." Patrick shook his head. This young man was clever. Although he sounded perfectly sincere, he kept skirting the important points. "There is a power within you. It seems to be a curse, though it might also be a blessing. It is slowly changing you."
"But if you don't want to tell us, I won't make things difficult for you. What I want to know is why wolf-like humanoid creatures came out from inside the Greymane Wall and attacked the Forsaken troops."
Hearing Patrick's words, Percival hesitated, unsure whether he should speak.
But looking at the High