Post by ulthanon on Jul 10, 2008 23:47:40 GMT -5
The Plaguelands had turned up little and less. He'd expected as much. The Argent Dawn had no news of any suspicious types making their way past their lines- no more suspicious than normal, anyhow. A spattering of travelers had passed north and south through Chillwind or west beyond the Bulwark, but the numbers there were perfectly in line with an average month of the past year. He hadn't expected to find anything significant there, but checking with the Dawn was the sort of thing that he'd have been kicking himself for not looking into sooner if he'd have ignored their potential.
That put him at looking into the backwater towns of the Eastern Kingdoms, while Bricu tried to get some leads about what had happened in the larger cities. Now, obtaining copies of the poster had been easy enough; they were bloody everywhere. The trouble was seperating the originals from those that had been put up after the initial posting, and tracking those first-generation notices back to where they had been put up. Many of them had been handed from one person to the next; a man would rip one down in Duskshire, take it with him to Stormwind market and show it to a merchant, who would take the tram back to Ironforge and out to Theslamar as the sun set. Before a single day was out, a poster could move across a third of the bloody continent.
Fortunately, he'd found a streak of luck out in the boondocks of Redridge. A brief chat with one of the on-duty bridge guards of Lakeshire had yielded an anecdote about a Draeni girl that had been caught posting the notices. A crowd had confronted her, the guard said, but she slipped away when her coin purse fell to the ground and burst. The crowd, mostly poor farmers and the like, dove on the coins like a pack of hungry wolves. Even a few of the guards nearby abandoned their posts for the prospects of a quick handful of silver or gold, but those guard who'd been too far away to make it over to the mob had spotted the girl running out along the road to Stormwind. A quick ride out from the town to speak to Guard Parker, stationed at Three Corners, and the guard detatchment at the Eastvale Bridge confirmed the timing. A young, nondescript Draeni girl had run past them and had, as far as they could see, had kept heading west toward the city.
That put him at looking into the backwater towns of the Eastern Kingdoms, while Bricu tried to get some leads about what had happened in the larger cities. Now, obtaining copies of the poster had been easy enough; they were bloody everywhere. The trouble was seperating the originals from those that had been put up after the initial posting, and tracking those first-generation notices back to where they had been put up. Many of them had been handed from one person to the next; a man would rip one down in Duskshire, take it with him to Stormwind market and show it to a merchant, who would take the tram back to Ironforge and out to Theslamar as the sun set. Before a single day was out, a poster could move across a third of the bloody continent.
Fortunately, he'd found a streak of luck out in the boondocks of Redridge. A brief chat with one of the on-duty bridge guards of Lakeshire had yielded an anecdote about a Draeni girl that had been caught posting the notices. A crowd had confronted her, the guard said, but she slipped away when her coin purse fell to the ground and burst. The crowd, mostly poor farmers and the like, dove on the coins like a pack of hungry wolves. Even a few of the guards nearby abandoned their posts for the prospects of a quick handful of silver or gold, but those guard who'd been too far away to make it over to the mob had spotted the girl running out along the road to Stormwind. A quick ride out from the town to speak to Guard Parker, stationed at Three Corners, and the guard detatchment at the Eastvale Bridge confirmed the timing. A young, nondescript Draeni girl had run past them and had, as far as they could see, had kept heading west toward the city.