"You all look exhausted." Khadgar eyes the Alliance commanders with some concern as the guard that showed him in salutes and returns to his post. The Command building is little more than a log cabin with a dirt floor, but it has a table spread with maps that the five commanders are currently slumped at.
"Oh, greetings, Khadgar." Asurra gives him a tired smile. "We are eating soon if you'd like to join us."
"Talbuck stew," Ben offers. " 'unted them meself."
"I would be pleased to." A makeshift chair is brought, a shipping crate, and bowls are set and filled. Sweet moonberry juice brought in skins is poured into simple wooden cups. "How goes the campaign? Last I heard you were preparing for an Iron Horde assault on Karabor."
"Their ships came in last night," Shinria says around a mouthful of stew. She swallows. "They completely blocked off the temple's harbor. Were it not for the aid of the naaru, Karabor would be lost."
"Naaru? Here?" The crystalline entities had long been allies of the draenei but he'd thought the only one planet side in this timeline was in Nagrand.
Asurra nods. "We've had no time to send word. Ner'zhul's 'Dark Star' was a darkened naaru. This world's Velen…" She heaves a sigh, her horned head bowing. "Velen sacrificed himself to return K'ure to the Light. He passed his sigil to Yrel. She led the defense of Karabor."
Khadgar places a hand on her forearm. "I'm sorry, Asurra. Do you need anything?" He cannot imagine that's an easy thing to bear, even if it technically wasn't the Velen she's known all her life.
The priest smiles warmly at him, covering his hand with her own. "I will be fine. Yrel led the anchorites magnificently."
"Aye," Balinor agrees. "The lass has taken a real shine to the ways of the paladin." He winks at Khadgar, knowing the mage's appreciation of puns. "Maraad's with her now, helping her look after her people." A look of confusion crosses his features. "Eh, their people?"
Asurra laughs lightly. "A good question. There are faces at the temple I never thought to see again." She closes her eyes. "It is enough to know they are safe here."
"So. Archmage." The night elf's eyes are piercing behind their glow. "What brings you?"
"You do seldom come for social reasons," Jinks agrees, mopping stew off his moustache.
Khadgar laughs. "Ah, my friends, I shall try to remedy that," He smiles cheerily before the gravity of situation starts to settle over him.
Shinria frowns. "You have news of Gul'dan." Ben's ears pin back and his head droops as Khadgar nods. Balinor rests a hand on the worgen's shoulder.
"He and his warlocks are in Shadowmoon. Cordana's narrowed down where but I was hoping to ask your assistance with capturing him."
"I'll go," Ben says immediately. "Whatever needs doin' to stop 'im."
"Thank you, Ben. There's an outpost set up just to the southwest, Starfall. Do you know it?"
"The one Elune's priests been workin' on? Yeah, I know it."
"I'll come, too," Jinks says, nodding to them both.
"Excellent. I'll meet you there as soon as you're both recovered."
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The Sisters of Elune have been working hard with a contingent of Wardens to establish a moonwell at Starfall, per his request, but are having some trouble imbuing the waters with their magical properties. Khadgar isn't surprised; he can't imagine Elune's powers can reach very well across time and space to this place. But Delas has assured him there are ways to bless the waters even here and they will be ready when Khadgar needs them. Khadgar is conferring with Cordana about their plan when Jinks, astride a white stag, reaches the tents of the outpost. The mage grins as the gnome dismounts, rubbing his backside, and the stag changes to Ben's worgen form. "Well met, my friends. You're just in time."
"I've tracked Gul'dan to an orc village in this area, Gul'var," Cordana's voice growls out from beneath her repaired helmet, cutting off any return of pleasantries.
Khadgar frowns slightly but picks up where she leaves off. "They're protected from my scrying magic by a fel prescence in the woods."
"There's a demonic watcher hidden in a cave." Cordana looks between the two commanders. "You're going to help me capture it."
"Capture it?" Jinks wonders as Ben's ears pin back.
"Yes. We should be able to use its abilities to pierce the veil," Khadgar assures them.
"It's a demon, ain't it?" Ben looks confused. "'ow you plannin' to use it? You use fel now?" Jinks smacks the back of his calf, looking chagrinned.
"...No," Khadgar says stiffly. Ben has the grace to look abashed and Khadgar has to remind himself that until recently the Gilnean had been secluded behind a wall, cut off from the world since he was a child. "There are other methods to draw information from such creatures."
"Namely, me," Cordana says, face hidden behind her plate. "Now let's be about our business. Stay hidden, Archmage."
"Champions! A moment, please," Delas calls to them, eager to ask a favor for the outpost and drawing Cordana's attention away before she can see him roll his eyes. They hear the priest's request out and nod before turning down the trail. Khadgar watches the trio head out, forbidden by Cordana from putting himself in danger again. She was spooked by Gul'dan's threats against him, as if he couldn't look after himself, but he has no desire to see if she was sincere about turning him into a prisoner to keep him safe.
Sometimes he wonders what Maiev teaches her Wardens.
It's seems his caution in challenging the huntress is warranted when she returns with the others a few hours later, leading a monstrosity bound in warded chains. The watcher is an Observer demon, a large one, nearly the size of a cart. It's a sphere of floating purple flesh, with waving flaps of gill-like skin for ears and multiple tendrils hanging down beneath its body. One central, blue eye surrounded by six smaller ones takes up most of its face, with a large, fanged mouth filling the rest of it beneath. It struggles against its bindings, nearly burning the air as it curses at Cordana in demonic. Ben and Jinks trail well behind the thing, Jinks levitating along a pure white, pock-marked boulder next to them.
"It'd be easier to guard you if you stayed out of sight, Khadgar," the Warden says with exasperation as she sees him outside of his tent.
He scowls slightly, tired of having this argument with her. "I am not a child to cower beneath your cape, Cordana." She grunts at him as she secures the demon in a warded circle he prepared for it. Jinks and Ben are all too happy to bring the white stone to Delas. The night elf thanks them profusely, placing the boulder in the waters of the moonwell. She prays over the stone and it almost seems to glow with light in the perpetual twilight of Shadowmoon Valley. The energy suffuses into the waters and they glimmer and twinkle in the well. Delas beams at him.
He ignores Cordana's glare (he assumes she's glaring under the helmet) as he strides over to the well. "Excellent work, Delas, thank you. With these waters we can break the demon's will and use it to see into Gul'var." He smirks at Jinks and Ben. "That way, they won't know it's us scrying upon them." He's pleased with the way their faces light up in comprehension. Certainly the task would be easier if one of them were a warlock, used to breaking demonic wills, but Khadgar could make due with the tools at hand. "First, however, we'll need to weaken their shrouding magic."
"You're talking about those stones in the woods? I sensed some strong fel from them," Jinks squeaks up at him.
"Aye, my friend. Those stones were originally erected by the Shadowmoon orcs, for use in the shamanic rituals. Now they're cursed, spreading fel throughout the woods."
"They're corrupting the local wildlife," Cordana adds as Ben nods.
"Wolves 'ave already turned green from it," he growls.
Delas looks horrified. "Will breaking the stones break the curse?"
Jinks shakes his head. "Unlikely. Fel magic is persistent and pervasive and this magic was likely performed by Gul'dan himself."
"In other words, it's best to put the beasts out of their misery," Cordana says coolly.
Delas frowns. "If I had more time-" She cuts herself off with a sigh. "You are likely right, Warden. Please end their suffering and keep them from spreading the curse further. Be swift." She looks between Ben and Jinks. "Those creatures are the true victims here."
"I'll send the other Wardens to accompany you," Cordana says, staring at Khadgar. "The archmage and I will go over the next step of the plan."
"Be wary." Khadgar ignores Cordana. "I suspect the stones are heavily guarded." The mage and druid skirt the demon's circle as they leave Starfall, shadowed by two of Cordana's Wardens.
"Inside," she snaps at him, holding open the drape of his tent. He grits his teeth as he walks past her, throwing out a few lights into the interior so he could see. She didn't need it, night elf that she was. "Need I remind you, again, that you requested Warden assistance on this expedition, Archmage? And that Maiev saw fit to grant it?"
"You and I both know she only acquiesced in case Illidan exist-"
"Something you brought up to use her passion to blind her. I am no fool, Khadgar, you wanted Wardens here with you and yet you fight my advice every step of the way." The elf's fists are clenched on the edges of her cloak.
"That is not true, Cordana. This plan with the Observer is at your suggestion." He frowns. "But I will not hide myself away while others place themselves in danger on my behalf. Not with Gul'dan loose and making plans."
"He is making plans to murder you."
"It is not the first time I've had someone set to take my life." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Light's sake, Cordana, I've had Deathwing out to get me. I am no stranger to avoiding assassins."
She is silent for a moment and not for the first time he wishes he could see her face. "Then why am I here? Why ask for the Wardens?"
"Because I was afraid that Gul'dan was here. Because of what Gul'dan's presence means."
Her head tilts back suddenly. "…you fear the Legion."
He nods with a sigh, thankful she understands. "I fear the Legion. Gul'dan has obviously already been in contact with them. His Shadow Council is well established." He gives her a wan smile. "He knows my name. What else has the Legion told him? What other tasks have they set him? The Gul'dan of our timeline set the old Horde loose to conquer Azeroth in the Legion's name. That invasion changed the face of Azeroth forever. Azeroth has always been the Legion's end goal." He raises his hands in a helpless gesture. "What is this Gul'dan meant to do?"
"We Wardens are jailors. Do you mean to capture him?"
"And find out what he knows. Or, barring, that, at least keep him from causing any more trouble."
Her helmet slowly shakes from side to side. "My orders are to keep you safe, archmage. Not capture the warlock."
"And if he was Illidan instead?"
"You well know Maiev's answer to that."
"Then think of this as preventing Illidan. It was the Skull of Gul'dan that transformed him, after all." She gives no answer. "I will be attempting to do this with or without your assistance. But I'm certain I would be far safer with your help."
"I could still place you in shackles, you know."
He smiles, fairly certain her tone was lighter there. "Let's reserve that option, shall we? Besides, my being in the open keeps Gul'dan interested."
"I'm certain you're meddling is enough to keep him interested," she grumbles at him. "Very well, archmage. I will continue to guard you to the best of my abilities while you poke a Legion of demons." Is she…is she joking with him? His smile broadens.
"Thank you, Cordana. Your trust is well placed." He's certain he hears her snort at that and he grins, well pleased she caught his pun.
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"If I never taste another toad as long as I live, it'll be too soon." Ben's voice is the first they hear, accompanied by a loud hawking spit. Jinks is giggling next to him.
"No one told you to chew on them. Anyway, they're nowhere near as bad as the ones on the Timeless Isle."
"Ain't that the truth." The worgen spits again as Khadgar emerges from his tent, meeting them and Cordana outside.
"You've done well, champions! The shroud has lifted enough for us to make use of the demon."
"I see all!" The watcher has not stopped snarling threats, instead having picked up enough Common to use the language itself. Observers were known for being astonishingly clever. "Not one of you will escape my wrath!"
Delas shakes her head and scowls as she approaches them, bearing a censer of blessed moonwell water and a scripture of Elune. "These should be enough to compel the demon to show us what it knows."
The observer leers at her. "A succulent priestess of the moon. What a tasty morsel you'll make, delightful Delas." It licks its fanged teeth and the night elf looks away.
"Please deal with it quickly," she grits out furiously, her rage at the thing barely contained. "Its words are becoming trying."
Cordana accepts the tools. "I shall handle it, sister." Her tone matches Delas', strained from having to listen to the creature boast. She stalks to the demon's circle, censer raised high.
"Stay away from me with those things!"
"Bask in the light of Elune and reveal all, demon!"
"You are weak!" It laughs at her, wincing only slightly as moonlight caresses it. "I see how hollow you are within! It will be I who compels you!" Its laugh is cut short by a scream as Cordana splashes the moonwell's waters across it.
"You will show me what I wish to know, filth."
Khadgar reflects again that it would have been easier to have a warlock do this, but the closest friendly one he knows of is a Forsaken of the Horde. He would be hard pressed to keep Ben from killing him on sight.
"No more!" The demon cries out at last, seemingly shrinking in on itself. "I will turn my gaze upon Gul'var for you."
"Then do so, you worm."
The Observer cowers under her command as pale blue light emanates from its eyes, coalescing into an image before them. Gul'dan and the Council seem to be in a building of some kind. The orc, Teron'gor, and the two-headed ogre, Cho'Gall, are gathered around him as before, along with a draenei.
"Razuun," Gul'dan says, the observer mimicking his voice. "How goes the infiltration?"
The draenei seems to steel himself. "There have been…complications, my lord."
Gul'dan's back is to the projection, they cannot see his face, but they can see the rest of the Council members go carefully still. "Go on."
"Socrethar was hasty in carrying out his objectives," Razuun speaks carefully. "He managed to murder one of the Exarchs but failed to hide his trail well enough and was killed himself."
Ben chuckles. "Balinor rooted 'im out. Exarch Othaar, that is. Couldn't fool Bally, or the other Exarch, Maladaar."
Khadgar gives a worried look to Cordana. Orcs allying with Gul'dan is one thing, that was the path they had originally followed. But draenei turning to him as well? Followers of the Light that had more reason to fear the Legion than any other, willingly converting? It did not bode well.
He misses the last few statements, dismissed as Gul'dan reprimanding the other warlock. But Gul'dan has turned around and is seemingly staring straight at them, hands moving in ritual patterns. "You're a fool, Khadgar, to think this would work a second time." There's a flare of light from the orc's hands and suddenly the observer demon cries out in pain before falling to the ground, lifeless.
"He knows you're here," Cordana hisses, hand on a glaive in case the demon is faking.
"He is making an educated guess," Khadgar assures her, waving a hand and incinerating the corpse before it can contaminate the ground beneath it. "But we must move quickly now."
She's already shaking her head. "It's too dangerous for us to just barge in there. That whole village is teeming with warlocks, Khadgar."
Jinks hums thoughtfully. "We could sneak in, couldn't we? Us three?" He gestures to Cordana, Ben, and himself. "I know your both stealthy and I'm pretty good at keeping myself out of sight," he boasts. "And before you say it, not just because I'm a gnome. I've gotten pretty good at keeping myself invisible over the years. Could we sneak in, grab Gul'dan, and have you ready to teleport us out, Khadgar?"
Khadgar considers it. He's loathe to send them in his stead, but he knows he's no good at being sneaky. He could follow them with scrying and, should they be found out, teleport them out early. They could always head in after, magic blazing. "It could work. Gul'dan is as much demon as he is orc. The warlocks there are sure to have soul shards; if you could gather a few of the more potent ones perhaps we could capture him with them."
Jinks gives him a worried look. "I'm not sure I know how to do that."
"Oh, I know she doesn't want me going out there," he says, giving Cordana a flat look. "But I can help by magically projecting myself."
"You're right, you're not going out there." He's certain Cordana's face would brook no argument could he see it.
"Promise me you'll be safe, champions?"
"Don't worry, Archmage, I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't do." Jinks laughs, fully aware that limiting himself to 'what would Khadgar do' leaves a great many options open.
"Good thing it's always twilight 'ere," Ben grunts. "Makes sneakin' easier for me." And with that he transforms himself into a great cat before nodding to Cordana that he's ready.
"Be ready, Archmage." Cordana's voice is stern. "Gul'dan will be."
The first part of the mission goes well enough. Cordana's full plate is elven made and magically enchanted and he knows well how silently she can move in it. Ben is little more than a shadow, leaping straight from a tree branch to a nearby roof, staying out of sight from those below. Jinks he cannot see at all and he's more than a little impressed that the younger mage can maintain his spell for so long. He puts together the framework for the mass teleport in his mind, ready to drop the magic sustaining the scrying spell into it at a moment's notice. Jinks and Ben, however, have obviously done this sort of work before. Cordana points out the target, Jinks Silences them, and Ben initiates the attack without a sound, his feline claws and jaws making short work of the orcs. Cordana fishes out the soul shards, obscures the body, and the three of them melt into the shadows once more.
The Warden clears a building then gives a signal to the empty room. He drops the scrying spell to project himself instead, appearing as a translucent purple image next to her. "Will these do?"
He eyes the ruby red shards, unable to actually manipulate them. "I believe so. They'll need to be forged together. You'll need a heat source and a great deal of power."
Jinks appears in front of them as he speaks. "I can manage that." He looks up at Cordana. "Do I have time to work here?"
Cordana glances up to the rafters, making sure Ben is there. "We will make time. Work quickly." She passes the shards to the gnome and disappears out of the tent.
"You need to combine the shards to forge a soul trap. The shards are already designed for such a thing, but you need to fuse them to make a more powerful one."
The gnome is peering at the shards, eyes glowing slightly in the dim interior of the tent as he magically examines them. "These aren't unlike crystallized enchanting materials."
"That's exactly what they are. You remember the process to combine small prismatic shards into large ones?"
"Of course. It's a simple matter of linking their matrices and applying energy to their junctions to cause them to fuse."
Khadgar grins. "Just so. Only it takes a great deal of power for a soul shard. Souls are powerful things, after all."
"Alright!" Jinks rubs his hands together. "Let's fire this up." Lavender flames flare up from his palms as he gathers the shards, infusing them with more and more power. A few of the smaller crystals disintegrate upon exposure to the energy, but the three largest shards seem to melt together into one. Jinks pants. "Whew."
"Well done, my friend!" Khadgar moves to clap him on the back, stopping short when he remembers he can't. "That should hopefully hold him."
"How do I, uh, use it?"
"Ah, that's simple. The shard will do most of the work, you just need to aim a bolt through it at Gul'dan. If you succeed, it'll end the Shadow Council here and now." He sobers slightly. "Be careful, my friend. Gul'dan is not to be underestimated no matter how prepared you might be."
Jinks nods, taking a deep breath and carefully pocketing the shard. "Nothing to worry about. He won't even see me coming." He winks at Khadgar and disappears from sight again. Khadgar looks up to watch Ben slink out and then drops the projection so he can scry again.
Cordana leads them towards a clearing at the top of a hill. Set around the edges are stone pillars, casting shadows under the Valley's perpetual twilight sky. Fastened to the pillars in chains are orcs, their life slowly leaching out of them into the stones. Gul'dan and Razuun are the only two free warlocks, feverishly working together over a stone alter. Of Teron'gor and Cho'Gall there is no sign. The two master warlocks are focused on the alter, in the middle of some dark ritual that needs the energy from that many sacrifices. Khadgar bites his lip as Cordana positions herself behind a pillar and Ben atop another one.
And suddenly Jinks is in the middle of the clearing, a dark purple beam of energy, arcane laced with the fel of the soul shard, lancing towards Gul'dan's back. It strikes him between his spines, his back arching from the impact. The power he and Razuun were gathering fizzles out, the draenei crying out as his fingers are singed. Jinks is holding the shard with both of his small hands as Gul'dan begins to levitate, struggling against the energy as it begins to slowly turn him towards the soul shard. "You…" the orc growls at Jinks, flicking his hand sharply down. There's a ear-splitting shatter and Jinks yells as the shard he's holding splinters into his palms. Ben leaps for Gul'dan's back only to snarl as the warlock pulls up the same impenetrable barrier from before. The warlock chuckles. "I remember you, druid. I still owe you for freeing me from the Iron Horde. For that, I won't kill you now. Razuun, however-"
"Is already dead," Cordana sneers from behind the draenei's body as it falls to the ground.
Gul'dan frowns slightly, then shrugs. "No matter. He had already completed his task. And we've played this game once before, you and I." He grins at Cordana as black, ephemeral hands rip open a warlock gate behind him. "Do give my regards to Khadgar. I've a present coming for him."
"No!" Cordana leaps forward, crescent glaive swinging down in an arc but it slashes through empty air. Gul'dan is gone. "Khadgar, now!" The archmage obeys, holding focus on the scrying spell long enough to plug their location into the teleportation framework. He's disorientated a moment when there's a flash of blue light both in his mind's eye and right in front of him as Cordana, Ben, and Jinks appear. "Wardens! Sentinels!" Cordana's still gripping her glaive tightly. "Secure the perimeter!" Her elves alert to her cry, pulling their own glaives and bows as they scatter to their assignments.
"I don't think he meant right this instant, Cordana," Khadgar chides gently. She just looks at him a moment, and he once again curses her helmet, before taking up her default bodyguard position at his side. He sighs.
"I'm sorry, Khadgar," Jinks says, holding his bleeding hands away from him. Ben, back to his normal worgen form, gently takes them, deftly beginning to pick the shards out with his claws.
"Hardly your fault. I did say Gul'dan was crafty. This isn't the first time he's escaped us." Khadgar stoops slightly to pat the gnome's shoulder. "All is not lost. We already know where they're headed next. We'll regroup in Talador," he promises them. Then there's a strange tickle in the corner of his mind and he looks up sharply, frowning. He glances over the area, but whatever it was is gone now. "Why don't you check in with Delas?" He turns his attention back to the Alliance members and nods at Jink's hands. "She can help fix that up."
The smaller mage nods, wincing. "Sounds like a plan." Ben shadows him across the outpost, heading towards the moonwell.
"Khadgar." Cordana's voice is tight. She's still gripping her glaive but she's not looking at him. Khadgar suppresses a sigh. Here they go again. "Someone's here."
That isn't what he expected her to say. There's the tickle again, at the back of his mind now, and it's the familiarity of it that makes him hesitate at the pressure in the small of his back. The dagger actually pierces his robes before his reflexes kick in, instantly encasing him in a block of diamond-hard ice.
"Sorcerous coward," growls a familiar voice. A green-skinned shape flips past him, distorted by the ice. Cordana is on the figure the next second, glaive clashing against the female orc's twin daggers.
"Assassin!" The cry carries, meant to pull her Wardens and Sentinels to her. Khadgar watches, trapped until his spell wears off, as the two warriors duel. Experienced as he knows the assassin to be, it's nothing on the literal thousands of years Cordana has practiced her craft. The orc's blades go flying, unused to fighting against the unusually shaped glaive. She reacts quickly, jamming both fists forward and he can hear the air go out of Cordana's lungs. The orc leaps back, disengaging from the fight and blowing them a kiss in the process.
"Gul'dan sends his best!" She winks and throws something at the ground as Sentinels surround her. Dark smoke billows up, filling the area. Khadgar's spell finally ends, he's going to have to tweak that, and he sways slightly, cold and dazed.
"I knew it," Cordana coughs, glaive still raised as she backs up to him. "You should've stayed back at the garrison, Archmage."
"Nonsense," he replies blithely, still distracted. "I had that handled. Cool as a cucumber!"
He knows he's gotten an odd look from her at that. She turns him around to inspect his back. "You're lucky. She didn't break the skin." She shows him the daggers, covered with an oily sheen.
"Oh, yes, she's always been fond of poisons, even without Gul'dan's influence." Cordana's helmet tilts at him questioningly and he beams at her. "That was Garona. A very young Garona, but Garona all the same."
"Garona." Cordana's voice is dry. "The half-orc that befriended King Llane before murdering him in front of his son."
Khadgar sobers instantly. "Killing Llane broke her heart. It nearly broke her mind." He shuts his eyes against the memory of that night, of learning when one of his friends had killed another. "Gul'dan raised her from a child as his personal assassin. He implemented many enchantments to keep her obedient to him."
"Which is how Stormwind fell, as I recall." Cordana's voice is cold. "Her betrayal was how the humans lost the First War, was it not?"
"It wasn't her fault-"
"And now you're going to act like this Garona is the one you know? She just tried to kill you, Khadgar. She didn't seem broken up about it at all." The night elf steps into his space at her full height, several inches taller than he. "She doesn't know you."
Slowly, he nods. "You're right. That doesn't mean her mind isn't just as ensorcelled. I could sense that much."
"Khadgar," Cordana warns, drawing his name out.
He nearly singsongs his response. "She would be an excellent informant."
"Garona Halforcen is one of the greatest assassins alive. She would be just as difficult to capture as Gul'dan!"
"But!" He holds up one finger. "We have something she wants." He points at himself.
"Are you mad?"
"I have been called that occasionally, yes." He raises his eyebrows hopefully at her. "She would know a great deal about Gul'dan." He starts counting off on his fingers. "His hideouts. His forces. His plans. His-"
"Enough. I am not Maiev," she growls at him. "I am here to protect you and nothing more. If Garona threatens your life, then I shall end hers."
He stares at her a moment, considering. "Ah. Of course. I understand."He smiles sympathetically. "I suppose it would be far too difficult and dangerous for a Warden of your caliber to attempt to imprison the most famous assassin of our time."
"Your time, Archmage. I have lived for thousands of years before you and will have hundreds left after you are dead and gone. I will not be goaded by this ploy." She holsters her glaive. "This conversation is over." She snaps away from him, assuming her bodyguard stance.
He opens his mouth to protest before biting his tongue, a mulish expression on his face. It would be a lost cause to try and convince her now. It isn't the first time she's refused to speak with him, preferring to fulfill her duty by looming in his presence like some angry, fluffed owl. He isn't about to let this go, however. He owes Garona too many lives to even consider leaving her doppleganger under Gul'dan's influence. It's still Garona, the enchantments felt the same, and he frankly he couldn't forgive himself if he didn't at least try.
He just has to make sure she doesn't succeed in killing him first.