Tonight the streets of our hallowed and joyous city, revel not in splendour… But horror…
These words echo out from various citizens. Pauper and noble alike mutter and quibble.
Some naysayers, refuse to even acknowledge the act, “What massacre?! Crime is to be expected in a city!”
But alas… A report from a town official, printed and nailed at every billboard, reads thusly:
The town crier, devoted servant to the crown that she is, employed in the service of our august city, has today been embroiled in scene of great infamy. Assailants reported to be ren’dorei, though, clearly fanatics, murdered a man. A local homeless veteran, well beloved and known for his eccentric habits. Stabbed in the neck, the ren’dorei who committed this act, is reported to have then shouted, “I am the blade of Ren’dorei”, though, after having spoken to respectable authorities within our small Ren’dorei population, this extremist does not talk for their kind at all.
The bedlam however did not end. Another (suspected but not confirmed) Ren’dorei, having gained the trust of a soldier-captain, murdered him in cold blood. These two miscreants then conjured their deadly mastery of void, like reckless children, Lion’s rest, became a scene of a massacre, as this corrosive power was thrown about, the crier and her bodyguard, were attacked, but fled in great haste. Though not confirmed, another Ren’dorei is reported to have shouted about some extremist vision, and struck out, injuring others, and then, himself, being struck down by one of the brave and valiant members of the Draenei community.
The parchment ends off, with many declarations of excuses, and shock, it pleads with the city to not resort to violence, but whatever the truth… This day marks a severe incident that the local citizens are calling, “The Lion’s massacre”