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"Doing what? Shooting the undead? That may have been enough once, but this is bigger than all of us. Considering what you told me, it seems obvious that the Forsaken are planning to capture Darkshire - and how long do you think you could hold back a large, coordinated army? The leaders of Stormwind might not care if Darkshire was suffering, or even if it was overrun by mindless beasts, but a Horde base right at their door would make them worry... should make them worry." She sighed heavily and shook her head, trying to clear her mind. "I don't know why they aren't reacting, but something about it is rotten to the core."
(OOC: dun dun DUN)
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(OOC: Well, that would be quite a divergence from the original plot, wouldn't it?)
Erinne sighed and rubbed her temples, then turned to Junia. "You know... maybe it would be for the best if we knew nothing of this. It's too big, for any of us to deal with- but how can we ignore it, if we're straight in the middle of this mess?"
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Erinne chuckled at her words, but soon became serious again. "We probably shouldn't be discussing this out here," she said, casting a cautious glance around, although nobody seemed to be paying them much attention yet.
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Erinne shook her head. "No, not there... the forest has more dangers than being overheard, and I don't want to get into any more fights right now. Look, let's go to my room in the inn, we can talk there."
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