Pink Rose [1]

"They're Glorified Gophers"

Quest Objective: Avoid detection. 

*Quest Object Included.

"This is...beautiful." Anduin's eyes trickled across the view of our new position. Anduin's "fascination" extended to the elevators, which we had mounted and now looked out over the main entrance of Orgrimmar. Was I aware that our mission for information was slowly becoming a mock trip to the Darkmoon Faire? Yes. Could I tell Andy "no"? Over my dead body.

While diamonds stretched across a velvet canvas of black above us, accompanied by one large white pearl, a valley of gold was nestled in the earth beneath. My eyes traced winding roads that I had walked so many times, that were now aurelian rivers bathed in torchlight. Something twisted in my chest the longer I stared. I glanced back down at the map in my hands.

"I think we should continue with the plan we discussed beforehand. I don't see or sense any modifications in the amount of security," I looked up briefly as my eyes settled on the Valley of Strength, and the singular stronghold at the center of the shining city, "Grommash Hold was where Garrosh held meetings with other officers and race leaders. Any documents or reports are usually laid on the throne, awaiting his approval."

I bit my lip as I remembered how Garrosh disposed of reports he didn't like or simply didn't want to deal with, which were stored beneath his massive chair or burned by one of the torches nearby. It seemed very childish to me now, but the memory left me light-headed.

"Only issue is, Grommash Hold is guarded the most heavily. I still have no idea how both of us are getting inside without drawing attention," I sighed and started folding up the map. Andy sat beside me in thoughtful silence, chin propped up by his hand.

"We could do what all other heroes and adventurers do," He mused.

My head tilted to the side quizzically. "I don't follow, sweetie."

Andy shrugged, "It's easy..."

~*~

I gritted my teeth as the hard wood of the box bit into my back. "I want it on the record that not all adventurers travel by box. You know, unless we're going six feet under."

The golden city we once marveled at was now snuffed out by the dark confines of the box. But we weren't trapped in complete darkness—glowing eyes made sure of that.

Anduin's levitation spell made the box softly glide across the ground. There was one crack in the wood large enough for me to peek through and navigate, but we still had a long way to go.

"How did you even find a box?" I whispered to him.

"We're in a city populated by goblins, darling."

"...Okay, fair enough," I rested my head back on the wood. The box wasn't very roomy—especially considering Anduin's new growth spurt. My leg brushed against his every few seconds as the box tittered along.

Anduin's plan would get us into Grommash Hold without questions—but a confrontation was inevitable. I had brought a few crystals, but would they be enough of a challenge for Orgrimmar guards? I personally knew of the ways that fortress' security was trained. I shuddered from the loom of impenetrable shadows.

I forced my mind to wander to something else, and a new subject speedily presented itself. "Andy."

"Yes?"

"You mentioned something earlier...something that you didn't want to ask me about?" I said, puzzled.

"What—? Oh, right," a creased formed between the two perfect lines that were eyebrows on his face. "I wanted to ask you about it for a while...but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."