6. Edward
Hardly could Kaz expect the twist in the myth to come, as he was desperately trying to avoid open conflict with the imprudent, arrogant elf who was all over Kimri.
The arrogant whelp was more or less suggesting he could, gods be praised for the laugh of it, outpower Kaz… And the language, dear me, how arrogant can Blood Elves be at times…
Kimri turned to Weyland and asked of his view on the subject discussed, subject being that the Forsaken were some pitiful, smelling pile of bones, according to that sorry excuse for an elf, Astox.
Weyland traveled in his own thoughts.
Kimri’s kind mood towards her fellow elf had gone for a walk now. She was growing very unhappy indeed. “It’s not wise to make the Forsaken dislike you… They can make you suffer with just a move of their hand. Especially this one…” she said to the elf. “You will suffer”
Weyland sprung up at the quote.
“Ah-ha!”
“Yes, Edward?”
“You shall suffer as I have suffered… That was it! Hmm…”
“What is on your mind Edward?”
Kaz was going to be very sorry he asked.
“Well… Marshal, did call it eh… ‘Ghostminds’… Or something…Quite an accurate word…”
Kaz blinked.
The imprudent, irritating elf was all of a sudden as important as the carpet for Kaz. He lost focus of everything in the room and turned to face Weyland.
“Marshal?”
Weyland carried on. “But then again… Marshal is no longer Marshal it seems…”
“Which… Marshal, Weyland?”
“Yes… Marshal… ah… Marshal who speaks the word of Patriarch of course!”
“Yes… But which?
Kaz was not very familiar with the Lordaeron structure of order.
“Eh? There is only one
“Just tell me the Marshal’s name, Edward”
Kaz knew that Cybele held a high rank amongst her banner… But not exactly which one… He had to be sure.
“Hmm… Name?” Weyland asked himself. “We always called Marshal… Marshal…”
Kaz’s patience was long gone.
“Edward… Is it… Marshal… Mordan?”
“Mordan? Mordan Mordan Mordan?”
Kaz nodded.
“…Maybe…”
“Think, Edward”
“Yes… Maybe that was it... How so?”
“Where is she?” Kaz said in a slightly noticeable trembling voice.
“Eh… She… is eh… Ah yes!”
Kaz peered searchingly at Weyland, while Kimri muttered something about Astox, the insolent whelp from before.
Then the sky fell off and the ground shattered for Kaz, at the sound of a few words, coming out like poisoned daggers off the madman’s mouth.
“Patriarch made Marshal no more… Sent what remained of her to the Apothecarium, Patriarch did…”
A storm of words flooded his mind… No more? What remained of her? The Apoth-
Kaz froze.
“WHAT?!”
“Yes..”
Weyland kept his unaffected tranquility that his damaged mind offered to him. Kaz liked Weyland ever since he met him on his way to Epitwee, the Auctioneer. But at this particular moment, his calmness drove Kaz mad instead.
“T-The Apothecarium?”
“Well… Yes… We believe so…”
“F-f-f-… Faranel?”
It was all painfully connected now… Nilar’s anger, Faranel’s words, Kaz’s undefined worrying… The one Faranel talked about, must have been Cybele then… The only thing that kept Kaz from falling apart, was the memory if Faranel’s own words… “I need to find her again…”
“Ah… Faranel? Oh we recognize that name, yes…”
Kaz mustered up all his remaining strength to carry on.
“Edward… Listen to me… Pay attention. This is important. Alright?”
Kimri grew tired of arguing with the whelp and greeted the Undead, before she walked away.
Weyland turned to Kaz
“Ah… Alright.. heehee…”
“When did this happen?”
“Hmm… It was at the same time that we met Bloodlord, yes… It must have been…”
Kaz couldn’t even hear the elf’s inquiries.
“Yesterday?” he asked himself, as Kaz dropped to his knees. So it was her, Faranel was talking about. It was her, Nilar was worried about. It was… her.
“Or maybe 10 months ago?” Weyland carried on and led Kaz to the conclusion that nothing more could be learned from this poor fellow. He needed to pull a thread now.
Two meetings were in order. One of them was a sine qua non for Kaz’s future mental health.
He glanced at Weyland and scribbled something on a piece of paper.
“Edward… Take this to the Patriarch.”
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