An (Ab)normal day at the Guild Hall 12Edit
The demon looked down in bemusement, at the foolish mortals of Orgrimmar. He had made his choices, and was in the process of laying and baiting his trap. Something that he had worked now into an art form, thanks to his nemesis.
Soon no one would be safe from him. They would all fall like dominoes before him. Taking flight as she walked out of the inn, he needed to be ready for phase two of his plan. With a smirk, he gloated at his own brilliance.
Now none of them would be safe. You can’t be everywhere at once hunter.