Change of Plans

Sea of Ash, Zatar

Sun blazing down, the two figures strode down the blazing desert, Za'Leer could only smile to himself, he was bringing a trophy that can turn the war to their favor, to crush Zatar so the Night Elves could rule once more. He just needed to get his companion to the Queen. After a moment, Za'Leer noticed that his hooded friend had stopped moving.

"Why did you stop?"

The figure stared behind them, as if feeling something. "Change of plans, I don't need the Crown for help."

"What? We have to go see the Queen!" He turned his camel around, "We came too far to turn back. Come on now." He joined his companion's side. The hooded figure jumped off his horse, snatching his satchel, his sword, and a canteen. Pouring it down the last of the water down his throat, he strapped the satchel across his chest, and put his sword to the side, the canteen slunged over his shoulder. "We must depart, do not follow me." Before Za'Leer could answer, his companion had two blue, bat like wings shoot out from the cloak keeping his body hidden.

Draken's demon half quickly took flight, ignoring the shouts of the Night Elf he had been traveling with. He had felt it, the numbing pain of torture, the cracks of a whip, one of his sides was suffering. Using that suffering, he could track them down, once and for all. His flight path? Ohamet
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Far in the desert, a small, almost whimsical creature crawled around the desert, it looked like a blue glowing squirrel, with large ears, small horns, and gorilla like hands. It floated above the baking sands, murmuring, "Find Reise, save Orla, put myself together. Find Reise, save Orla, put myself together." The little creature spoke over and over, little did the celestial part of Draken was about to meet who he was looking for, very soon.