Born this Way, Part XIX

Faldir’s Cove, Arathi Highlands, three days before the second meeting at Mardenholde…

The small cove the Blackwater Raiders and other, smaller companies used to smuggle goods and people across continents was rather empty when Khoura and Derleth came upon it. Their investigation from Redridge continued here, under the cover of darkness. With only a few petty guards around, the two managed to silently gain access to the closest ship at dock, and they made their way to the hold of the vessel unheard and unseen. As was the majority of the area, the ship was mostly empty, and Khoura and Derleth began to look about for clues.

They spoke openly, but quietly here. Khoura is the first to speak.

 
“This ship is empty, save for a worker or two up top.”

“There must be something here.”

“Fishing nets, supplies… a folder hanging on the post with several slips of parchment tucked inside…”

“Perhaps it contains another clue.”

“Of course it does, that is why I said it, Derleth. These are logs of members and others who have passed through here.”

“Let us see if there are any familiar or outstanding names…”

“K… L… L… M? Hm. Lycannon is not here.”

“The X area, perhaps, Khoura.”

“Ah, There!”

“So she is travelling under her given name.”

“Look. Xana’ri Adastra… Meraan? Hm. Apparently so.”

“Her married title.”

“To her first husband, at that. And…”

“She is not quite incognito, but she will be harder to find if one does not know those names.”

“Oh. Good fel. Look where the log says she was heading, Derleth. Surwich.”

“The Dark Portal could be the destination, but she – or the people she may still be travelling with – want it to be not a simple journey. I have a feeling that when we arrive in Surwich, her nether drake will be gone.”

“That is possible. If she is going through such trouble to hide herself, even using a name she swore she never would again… well… it stands to reason.”

“And that may be a clue in of itself – she may well be going to Outland.”

“I wonder if this is all her doing?”

“Perhaps, Khoura. There are the people she was travelling with to consider.”

“True. I saw several orcish names on the list to the same place, as well as a few others.”

“Hm. Perhaps she is travelling with the Earthen Ring, then?”

“To find her baby? That makes so sense. Why would Shadoren not be the first to know?”

“Who says he doesn’t know?”

“Do you think he is protecting her?”

“Maybe. All I know is that I do not believe Shadoren can be trusted, based on the information I have collected on him so far. But then, no neutralist can truly be trusted.”

“Derleth, no one can truly be trusted. For all you know, I could be behind this entire operation.”

“Good point. I had better travel alone from here on, then.”

“I could say the same about you.”

“Forgive me. I did not mean to start a squabble. Come, we should continue onwards.”

“It is Kaludra, isn’t it?”

“Again, I apologize for any offense. Let us continue onwards without any sniping.”
 

Hidden by the shadows and the night, the two appeared in Surwich to continue their search. To anyone observing, they would have watched the pair poke about a small wooden boat before heading over to Kaludra and Derleth’s residence, the state of which surprising both of them. They chose not to use the potion again, speaking freely once more.

 
“Ransacked. You know, I had almost forgotten you could do that. The… shapeshifting.”

“Oh? Well, I can. I find it a bit awkward sometimes, however.”

“Is that so? I would have thought you may be used to it by now.”

“As much as anyone can be used to a curse… Hm.. Wobbles?”

“Ah! I… I did not know she kept him… there… Did he eat them, perhaps?”

“Did you find anything, Wobbles?”

“It… understands you? How interesting.”

“Well, after I’ve been constantly telling him not to make webs over the door, yes. I suppose so.”

“I do not see any… er… people up there… Derleth. I just had a thought.”

“What is it?”

“What if… Lady Lycannon did this?”

“Perhaps she caught sight of Mr. Wobbles. If that is so, then why? What would she be looking for, here? I never kept any intelligence here.”

“That is a thought. I am unsure if she knew of him living… above you and Kaludra. As to that, I am also unsure. She was with a group of people.”

“We must find out where they went.”

“It is possible that if one of them has Daelin, she may do their bidding so ensure his safety.”

“I’ve been considering that.”
 

They exit the house and cross the village to the inn, where Derleth approaches one of the townsfolk and asks them casually if any large groups passed through lately.
 

“Evening, Derleth. Aye… didn’t ye know? They came te see you. All of ’em, actually. Mrs. McSars said it were a few people you knew from yer younger years. Didn’t think nothin’ of it. They went on over te her house too. Guess she entertained of. Sounds like ye weren’t home, then.”

“I see. Do you know where they ended up going, do you remember what people there were?”

“Ah, lemme see. Was a few days ago, tha’s fer sure. I dunno exactly. Saw ’em headin’ east along the road there. Sorry ye missed ’em.”

“Maybe I’ll catch up to them. Have a fine day.”
 

Khoura and Derleth set off along the road, him on his horse and her flying above as a bird. They follow it all the way to the entrance of the Dark Portal, and carefully approach Watch Commander Relthorn Netherwane and his advisor, Sevel.
 

 “Excuse me sir, but did a group of people come through here in the last few days?”

“Good man, people come through this portal on a daily basis. Some in groups, others on their own. I’m busy making sure the demons and dragons don’t take us out while we aren’t looking. We check them all, but I don’t recall anything out of the ordinary, if that’s what you mean… Though…”

“Though?”

“A group of Argents came through last week, I think. I did think that was a bit off, considering where the Argents have been keeping themselves lately, but I don’t question their actions. They aren’t Alliance.”

“Was a draenei woman with them – with a very distinctive scar upon one side of her face?”

“Ahh, hard to say. Sevel?”

“Yes, Commander. There was. I remember distinctly. The entire right side of her face was muchly marred. She had a strange eye that looked in all directions.”

“There you have it.”

“Thank you, both of you. King’s honor.”

“Light be with you.”

Information, Part Two

McSars looks around. “Neivala. I got your letter.”

Sorinna eyes the draenei.

Neivala brought the pipe from her mouth and turned on her hooves upon hearing his voice. “Hmm? Oh. Good, good…Where’s Saibley?”

“She couldn’t make it.” The man responds.

Neivala nods, glancing at Sorinna. “I see. Ah well, I s’pose I’ll let her know at some point. Anyway, about Lycannon, yes? I guess you think I might know a thing or two about this, seeing as where I’m from, but..” She pauses, looking about the place. “I know only a little more than you do. You see..I..I’m the one who told Esixa where Lycannon was and about ‘er and stuff.” Pausing, she raises a hand. “But..”

Sorinna blinks.

Neivala shrugs. “I didn’t know she was after her for malicious reasons. She told me she was an old friend, wanted to catch up on some things… Ran into each other in the Exodar, got to talkin’.”

McSars nods. “You couldn’t have known. Get anything useful out of her that could be of use?”

The huntress crosses her arms, rolling her shoulders in thought. “Well, I do know a few things. One, is that she spends most of her time at the Exodar. She rarely leaves Kalimdor.”

The man nods again, thinking about this. “Hmm…” He scratches his chin.

“Another, is that Esixa stayed here last night.” Neivala smirks at this, continuing. “I’m not sure who all you have on this ‘case’, but I’m quite surprised none of ’em spotted the trail of blood leading from your house.”

Sorinna looks at McSars briefly then back to the young woman.

“Is Esixa still in this area, or has she moved on? I doubt she’d take Lycannon to the Exodar.” He says, watching Neivala, who raises a finger in point and motions for them to follow.

“That’s where I’m rather stumped. She cleaned herself up and apparently Lycannon too after she left. She was here last night.”

The two indeed follow the huntress outside of the tavern, and she stops to sigh and shake hear head at her worg, who had decided to take a nap at his post.

“Dark as it was, no one probably noticed the stains.” Neivala begins, making her way to the gates of the harbor.

“Not to mention all the soot on the floor.” McSars states, walking closely behind.

“Well, they are dwarves. I’m not sure the last that hearth was cleaned but..hmm..” The huntress trails off, letting another moment go by before speaking again, stopping on the bank just passed the bridge into town. “Obviously, she wouldn’t drag a nearly dead woman into a town and not expect some brows to be raised.”

McSars nods. “Of course.”

Neivala points over to the tree in the distance. “The trail ends over there. I’d imagine she dumped Lycannon in the graveyard, tied her up or somethin’, and washed herself in the water…The innkeeper can confirm he kept a room for a draenei named Esixa. Short, brown hair, rather ugly, to be honest.” she says, then laughing. “Mmm, Come on.”

Calling for her elekk, the young woman mounts quickly and heads across the water a little ways to the spot she was pointing at; A graveyard, to be exact. Stepping down from the beast, she slips between the grave stones and waits for the other two to catch up. Poking her fingers around in the grass, she lifts them to the sunlight, eyeing the blueish color. “Mhm. Same on the tree too. Bit of rope on the other side, all bloodied up.” She stands, turning and looking at McSars.

Any trails from here? He asks.

Sorinna finally speaks, after having been quiet for a while. “She’s really not trying to hide her path very well is she?”

McSars keeps himself neutral as possible, keeping focused. “Maybe she’s counting on Kaludra following the trail.”

Neivala shakes her head. “She’s in a hurry to get wherever she’s goin’. Seein’ as how the tail stops here, I can only assume she took one of the boats elsewhere.”

“Hm…” He begins, “It wouldn’t be a long range boat – this is too small, it’d be noticed.”

Neivala nods at the man. “Spot on.”

McSars gazes out over the water, thinking. “There’s numerous places to hide up the coast from here. There’s some caves around Arathi, in fact… A remote stretch of farmland. There’s also a landing to the far south.”

“You might be right, I haven’t thought of that yet. Perhaps she took a small rowboat across or..” The huntress nods, considering. “Hmm..”

McSars turns and walks a few paces, regarding the other draenei a moment. “Sorinna…”

“Hm?”

“I need you to check in Menethil with people who hire out and or sell boats for short range transport. We’re probably looking at a rowboat of some kind.”

Neivala pulls a small flask from her hip and takes a swig, gazing into the distance with a sigh. She faced the ocean and mulled over the possibilities of where her birth mother might be stowed away.

“Alright…I’ll let you know what I find.” Sorinna says, nodding.

“Thank-you.”

Sorinna nods, smiling briefly, “I’ll catch up.”

McSars salutes the woman, who returns the gesture and promptly calls for her saber, taking off at a brisk pace. He then walks back over to his daughter, standing at her side and watching the water.

“There’s hundreds of places she could be.” He pauses. “Neivala, good work. And.. Thank-you.”

“For?” The huntress nods again, watching him.

“Helping.” The man says then scowling out over the water.

She raises a brow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You did a good job anyway.”

“I guess so. Either way, she’s still alive, I’m still here…Though I feel like hell..” Neivala shrugs, taking another swig and then pursing her lips.

He turns to her. “Why’s that?”

“I have no idea. Started yesterday or so.”

“Maybe there’s some kind of connection between you and, er, you, but I’m not a doctor.” Stopping, he shrugs, letting a bit of silence go between them. “Right. The only course of action I can think of for now is to search up the coast.”

Neivala shakes her head. “I don’t know, maybe…” She pauses and clears her throat. “Right. I’ve yet to get that far with Alta’ir. His nose has been doing most of the work here.”

“Alright. I’m going to check the places of interest. The pirates at the cave I spoke of may have some information, even if I have to beat it out of them. After that I’ll start an in-depth search, all the way down the coast.”

Dipping her head a moment, her voice becomes low. “She could be anywhere, McSars.”

“I know. But we can’t afford to let despondency take hold.” he turns to her and puts a hand on her shoulder, looking directly at her. “We’ll find her, Neivala.”

The young woman blinks and tilts her head, looking at his gauntlet and then meeting his gaze. “I know..” she whispered.

“My radio frequency is 6.05.2. Let me know what you find.”

Neivala nods, patting the holster on her hip. “I will..” She pauses again, drawing a breath. “I know how much you love her. I won’t stop until I find something.”

McSars nods in turn. “She means a lot to me. So do my daughters.” He smiles slightly. “Present or future.”

“It takes time..” The huntress whispers, looking down and biting her lip. “Er..no pun intended..”

“And time will tell. Pun intended. Good luck.”

She allows a smirk to crack her features and he salutes her as well, doing what any good soldier would do. As she watched him go, she sighed and gently pat her wolf on his head. She knew they had to find Lycannon soon.