Zymara gently whispers in the ear of the Ren’dorei from the inky blackness
“Skulking in the darkness little Rogue? Hinding in the shadows?”
The Shadow Priest laughs
“You are on MY turf now…”
Serrathil arrives to her destination, tied up, without any clotthes or weapons, she lands in her birthday suit, with a little note “Thank you for your donation to the “Liberate the Vindicaar from the Lightforged!” movement! Hope to see you again! Z”