**Araatris:** The demon huntress crouches low on the rock jutting from the middle of the cliff, her hooded, eyeless gaze scanning the flurry of activity below.

**Rhoelyn:** She shakes her head. Temirra’s long legs allow her to leap up the cliff with minimal climbing. At the top, the others wait, Nysse sleeping.

**Araatris:** Tsume yawns and raises her head as the woman strides by, patting her gently. Nysse nuzzles sleepily against her side. “We dare not go in, yet.”

**Rhoelyn:** Temirra settles down cross-legged with the others. “Something has stirred them up, but I can’t tell what.” Sarren runs a hand through his hair.

**Araatris:** “We can’t wait here forever. Rhese is in danger,” he sighs, glancing at Nysse’s sleeping face. “And I’m bored,” Kaerryn interjects with a yawn.

**Rhoelyn:** Leo snorts, “How are you friends with Nysse again?” “None of your business, sparkles. I say we leave her here with someone and go ourselves.”

**Araatris:** “Go and do what, Kaerryn?” Relare folds his arms across his golden breastplate. “How many did you take down before you had to run, last time?”

**Rhoelyn:** The warrior scowls. “I took down down enough. It’s not the same. We have more people this time. We can rescue fuzzbutt and get out of here.”

**Araatris:** Temirra shakes her head. “We face an army, human. We’ll need our own to fight through them. Stealth is our only hope, and half of our party is…”

**Rhoelyn:** A groggy Nysse raises her head. “…noisy.” Leo looks over his shoulder at the huntress while Sarren coughs. “What?” “You’re too noisy.”

**Araatris:** The mage steps over and awkwardly pats her head, as if she were a wolf. “Did we interrupt your sleep? We can talk a bit farther away, then.”

**Rhoelyn:** Shaking her head, the young night elf sits up. “I’ve slept enough, but that’s not what I meant. I know you try, but you aren’t really… stealthy.”

**Araatris:** Relare looks a bit sheepish. “We aren’t forestborn types like you. Stealth isn’t quite as necessary in the streets of Silvermoon.” Leo smirks.

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse reaches down to pet Tsume. “That’s fine, but we have to include it in our plans. Kaerryn’s not quiet either.” The human grins unashamedly.

**Araatris:** “Ugh. Stealth is so boring.” She brushes her chestnut hair back before hefting her war axe. “I tried it, once. Can’t recommend it.” Sarren sighs.

**Rhoelyn:** The other hunter scratches the beginnings of a beard. “It’d help if we knew if Rhese was here and where. Maybe we can grab a demon to question.”

**Araatris:** “I do like the way you think, Sarren.” Mirra grins and hops to her feet. “There’s a pass down below that will be perfect for finding a… volunteer.”

**Rhoelyn:** Sarren stands. “Stay here.” He continues as Nysse opens her mouth, “And rest. We’ll be back soon, little star.” They head down a steep hill.

**Araatris:** Despite the fact that her face is in profile to him, the hunter can feel the weight of Temirra’s attention as they hurry along. “What is it?”

**Rhoelyn:** The woman’s lips twitch. “You know she wished to come with us.” The hunter rubs his face. “And she can after some rest. Nysse is worn out.”

**Araatris:** “And her father worries for her.” Her grin is clear enough in the moment before she yanks her glaives from her back and dashes off down the path.

**Rhoelyn:** Sarren follows after her, bow held ready. The duo pauses overlooking a small pathway, pressing close the ground. Mirra points at a gan’arg.

**Araatris:** Reaching back in his quiver, the hunter trades his normal arrow for a concussive one, gesturing before he slips off farther to the side.

**Rhoelyn:** Temirra shifts into a crouch as Sarren draws his bow. The arrow whistles through the confined area, ending in a thump. The demon stumbles.

**Araatris:** The demon hunter dives down, spreading her wings at the last second and grabbing the demon as it falls. She crouches and leaps back up.

**Rhoelyn:** “Do you have rope?” She asks Sarren. He nods and retrieves his rope, securing the demon. When the gan’arg stirs, she grimaces. “We need to go.”

**Araatris:** Tossing the repulsive creature over her shoulder like a sack of rocks, she hurries back up the trail toward the others, letting Sarren follow.

**Rhoelyn:** It doesn’t take long to return. Kaerryn bounces to her feet. “Oh! Can I do this?” Rel hisses at her, “Hush! We just got her to sleep again!”

**Araatris:** Temirra chuckles and beckons her. “I guess we’ll go somewhere less likely to disturb the infant. Or her overprotective guardians. Come.”

**Rhoelyn:** Sarren’s voice follows them, “I guess we are being a little…” Once out of range, Mirra sets down the creature and gestures Kaerryn forward.

**Araatris:** The human leers at the creature, brandishing her axe. It stirs weakly, barely lucid, and she steps up, cheerfully ordering, “Wakey, wakey, ugly!”

**Rhoelyn:** The gan’arg spits some gibberish. “Looks like you need some help.” Kaerryn aims a sharp kick for its midsection. It gasps, eyes wide. “No hurt!”

**Araatris:** “Aw, honey…” She crouches by it, releasing one hand from the haft to pat its head. The axe swings down, burying itself in the ground by its face.

**Rhoelyn:** Kaerryn smiles wickedly at its terrified expression. “Then you’ll want to answer our questions. First, why is everyone on high alert?”

**Araatris:** “Looks for elfs, they say!” It squirms away from her, stammering. “T-t-they’s go runnin’ off. An’ the master’s wants the little’un so muchly.”

**Rhoelyn:** Temirra kneels on one knee next to it. “What’d they look like? These elves?” Its escape blocked, it huddles back. “B-blindfolds and claws!”

**Araatris:** The two women exchange a look, and the smaller one smirks. “Trust that fuzzbutt to hog all the fun for himself.” She looks at the demon.

**Rhoelyn:** “Now, what’s this about a little one?” Kaerryn retrieves her axe. “Eyes of black. It help wit’void.” “Ah… rot. She’s not going to like that.”

**Araatris:** Mirra doesn’t turn her head. “Who isn’t going to like what, dear?” Frowning, Kaer shakes her head and asks the demon, “Did you see them?”

**Rhoelyn:** “Not me, n-no, mistress. Heard they flew.” He points a shaking hand and the demon hunter’s gaze follows. “That’s toward the city to the south.”

**Araatris:** She sighs and slaps a hand over her face. “Dear me,” she groans. “Rhian has no idea what I found, there. Come, dear. We’d better hurry.”

**Rhoelyn:** Kaerryn straightens and brings the axe down into the demon. He doesn’t have a chance to yell. She pushes to her feet and walks by Mirra.

**Araatris:** The demon huntress gives her a few steps before she softly says, “So, what did we just learn that has even your brash mouth staying shut?”

**Rhoelyn:** “Nysse’s son is with them… and the demons want him.” Kaerryn clenches her jaw. “That dummy is going to do something stupid. I just know it.”

**Araatris:** Without looking at her, Mirra still considers the warrior. “You’re not even considering not telling her, are you?” The human wrinkles her nose.

**Rhoelyn:** Kaerryn sighs. “I probably should, but it’d be a bigger pain if she found out later. I mean, she probably thinks the kid is safe at home.”

**Araatris:** “I believe she implied as much, earlier.” Temirra winces. “I don’t envy her the joy of that particular revelation. Let’s get it over with.”

**Rhoelyn:** Kaerryn nods. When they enter their temporary camp, the warrior ignores everyone to crouch by Nysse. “Hey Nysse, it’s time to wake up.”

**Araatris:** The huntress stirs and yawns, but as soon as she sees her friend’s expression, she’s wide awake, sitting up. “Kaerryn? What’s wrong?”

**Rhoelyn:** She scrunches her face distastefully. “Listen, I don’t know how, but Yami is with Rhese and Temirra’s Rhian. The demon said they needed him.”

**Araatris:** Nysse pales, her eyes going wide. “W-what?! No, Yami’s back in Darnassus with Rhoelyn. How could he be here, with Rhese?” She gets to her feet.

**Rhoelyn:** Kaerryn pushes on her knees as she stands and grips her friend’s arm. “How many little elves with black eyes can there be? Especially with void.”

**Araatris:** Sarren steps over as his daughter’s eyes fill with tears, and she pulls away from Kaerryn to grab her pack with shaking hands. “Elune!”

**Rhoelyn:** “We…” Nysse sniffles. “D-do we know where they went? We need to-” Nysse’s throat tightens and she cuts off abruptly, facing away from them.

**Araatris:** Leo and Relare exchange a worried look as Sarren steps around Nysse and wraps her in his arms. “Take a breath, little star. He’s with his father.”

**Rhoelyn:** The huntress trembles, nodding. She takes a long shuddering breath and hides her face against his shoulder. “H-he wanted to help p-people…”

**Araatris:** “Starting with the two most important to him,” her father says softly. “And they’re already free of the Legion.” Temirra winces, but says nothing.

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse takes another deep breath then raises her head. “He’s with Rhese. That’s enough.” She wipes her eyes and looks at Temirra and Kaerryn.

**Araatris:** The demon hunter says, “They fled south, to the city. Yozerim must’ve finally found Rhian, because it said they flew. He’s such a dedicated boy.”

**Rhoelyn:** Kaerryn raises an eyebrow. “Yozerim, huh. Oh, didn’t you mention that you had info on the city?” Temirra grimaces again. “Yes. I’ve been there.”

**Araatris:** “We thought it was a night elven city, lost for aeons. But it would be better to say that the city now is nightfallen. The Legion controls it.”

**Rhoelyn:** The huntress stiffens. “We’re leaving now.” She steps away from her father and grabs her gear. Nysse clicks for the wolves and strides south.

**Araatris:** Leo, for once, is grim as he says, “Well. The lady has spoken.” He nudges Relare, and the rest of them quickly gather their things and follow.

**Rhoelyn:** Several hours later, Sarren stares down on the city from the cliff. “It’s crawling with demons, it’s huge, and we’re going to stick out…”

**Araatris:** Nysse crouches beside him, munching on some rations. “I don’t care. We’re going in there to find them, an’da.” Temirra rests a hand on her shoulder.

**Rhoelyn:** “We can’t go in without a plan, dear.” The demon hunter reminds her softly. Leothir glances at Relare. “Maybe we can look into a disguise…”

**Araatris:** The paladin raises his brows with a grin. “You remember those glamour enchants you made for us, last Hallows?” “Oh, yes.” Leo smirks.

**Rhoelyn:** “Go do what you need. Take Kaerryn if you need muscle.” Nysse scowls. Relare rests a quick glowing hand on her back before nodding.

**Araatris:** The mage rubs his hands together, smiling. “I’ll be sorely disappointed if they have as little fashion sense as the demons. Come, muscle.”

**Rhoelyn:** Leothir and Kaerryn head off and Nysse frowns, looking up at Relare. “Aren’t you going with them?” The paladin returns her gaze, smiling.

**Araatris:** His glance lands on the food in her hand before he says, “I think I’m the least stealthy of the stealthless. They’re only going to watch.”

**Rhoelyn:** “It’s a shame that we can’t fly. ” Relare runs a hand through his short hair. “Any ideas, Mirra? Would you be able to guide us through the city?”

**Araatris:** The demon huntress peers down, but her attention is on Relare. “Zaliz is nearby, but he is far too… obvious. We can only fly in pairs, at night.”

**Rhoelyn:** Sarren sighs and glances at his daughter. “That might be the best option. Why don’t you and Nysse go tonight while we work on the disguises?”

**Araatris:** “It’s risky, but if we’re careful we can find a bolthole while you lot figure those out and get ferried in.” Her hooded attention moves to Nysse.

**Rhoelyn:** The huntress licks the crumbs off her fingers as she stands. “It’s hard to wait right now, so it’d be nice to have something to do.”

**Araatris:** Temirra nods. “Mm. But I think the wolves will have to stay here, dear. The nightfallen demons seem to prefer their odd sabers. They’ll stand out.”

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse grimaces as Tsume noses her hand. “I may not like it, but I understand. They’ll stay where they’re told, and we can pick them up later.”

**Araatris:** “Good.” The demon huntress brushes a gentle hand across Tsume’s shoulder. “It’s time to say your goodbyes, then. Our wayward men need us.”

**Rhoelyn:** The huntress kneels, murmuring to Tsume. The wolf nuzzles and licks her, bringing a smile to her lips as she stands. “I’ll follow your lead.”

**Araatris:** Temirra smiles and juts her chin toward the city below, offering Nysse a hand. “Come, then, and meet my friend. Zali is going to like you.”

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse takes her hand and grins. “Really? What type of beast is he?” The demon huntress chuckles. “Oh, I really mustn’t ruin the surprise, dear.”

**Araatris:** Giggling, the woman turns and dashes for the cliff’s edge, her grip tight on Nysse’s hand. By the time she thinks to balk, she’s pulled over.

**Rhoelyn:** The breath is driven from Nysse’s lungs as for a long moment, they’re hurtling towards the ground. Then the flapping of large wings joins them.

**Araatris:** The protodrake that surges up beneath them is rust-colored and fitted with grey iron armor. Mirra tugs Nysse close as they land in his saddle.

**Rhoelyn:** Clinging to Temirra, Nysse groans as her stomach lurches, “I’m not sure my stomach is ready for this…” The drake levels out, gliding smoothly.

**Araatris:** Mirra giggles again. “Oh, I am sorry, dear. I just couldn’t resist. It’s one of our favorite tricks.” She leans forward and pats his scaled neck.

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse manages a weak grin. “Normally, I’d be much more appreciative. He does seem to be quite the drake.” She leans down and pets his side.

**Araatris:** “He’s been a faithful friend for a long time.” The demon hunter grins and nudges him with her knee, telling him to bank toward the south.

**Rhoelyn:** “How long?” Nysse asks. The city looms in the distance, shining bright. Even in the air, it would likely take them a while to survey the city.

**Araatris:** The sun sets on their right as the warm winds tug at them. “An hour until we hit the outskirts,” comes the answer. “It will be full dark by then.”

**Rhoelyn:** The huntress takes a deep breath, relaxing. “Are you worried about Rhian? I’m hoping they would have noticed the demons before landing in the city…”

**Araatris:** Sitting at her back, Mirra ponders that briefly, a fond smile on her lips. “I’m relatively sure that ‘worried about Rhian’ is my most common state.”

**Rhoelyn:** “I understand. I know Rhese is strong and that he can protect Yami, but… I’m scared without him.” Nysse focuses on the darkening landscape below.

**Araatris:** The demon hunter rests a comforting hand on Nysse’s forearm as they ride. “Are you scared for you or scared for him, dear? For them both?”

**Rhoelyn:** The huntress sighs. “Normally, both of them, but…” She grins slightly. “The twins are going to fuss at me. I’m supposed to be in Stormwind…”

**Araatris:** Mirra looks at her, her lips conveying her surprise. “Your mate is caught by demons in Suramar, and they think you’re going to sit in Stormwind?”

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse laughs. “Yes, I think they do. Rhoelyn and Morthis wanted to keep me in Darnassus until my stomach settled, but I couldn’t wait.”

**Araatris:** The demon huntress grins softly and tilts her head. “Everyone protects you and the unborn children, I suppose. They’ve forgotten older ways.”

**Rhoelyn:** Looking over her shoulder, Nysse asks, “What do you mean the older ways?” Temirra nods and nudges her to look forward. “From a millenia ago.”

**Araatris:** “We used to believe,” she says, smiling softly, “that a mother’s prowess strengthened the babies. Warrior mothers bear powerful children.”

**Rhoelyn:** Blushing, the huntress exclaims, “Really?! I’m a warrior like that, but I hope to stay active. Rhoelyn even designed my armor to expand.”

**Araatris:** Temirra’s expression warms even more. “Perhaps Rhoelyn understands a bit more about our old ways than your protective father does.”

**Rhoelyn:** “I think it’s habit for an’da. I wandered off one too many times as a child.” She pets the drake as they near the city. “Rhese is more protective.”

**Araatris:** “Why? Surely, your mate knows what you’re capable of.” The older woman nudges the drake subtly toward the edge of the city. “You work together.”

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse falls silent. “I think, when his mother left, he thought it was his responsibility to protect Rhoe. He’s afraid of losing us, too.”

**Araatris:** Looking off at the horizon, where the moon is rising in a silver arc, Mirra says, “Rhese… protects what he has because he learned loss early…”

**Rhoelyn:** The young night elf speaks softly as Zali glides, “Rhese means the world to me. I don’t mind. Even if he does fuss at me…” She smiles.

**Araatris:** Her gloved fingers patting Nysse’s arm gently, the demon huntress looks at her. “I think he’s fortunate to have a mate who understands.”

**Rhoelyn:** “I’m just as lucky. I can’t imagine my life without him.” Nysse stares ahead. “I’ll do everything I can to bring them home. For everyone.”

**Araatris:** Mirra smiles. “Yes, I think your babies will be powerful, dear.” She grips tighter as Zali tucks his wings and drops quickly below the first towers.

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse gasps at the sudden drop and holds on tight. They dip as close to the streets as seems safe. Nysse leans down, staring at guards below.

**Araatris:** The streets are dense with patrols. Fel-tainted night elven soldiers – or men and women who look a lot like them – walk beside doomguards.

**Rhoelyn:** “I don’t understand how they can do that. They’re demons. Why are they helping them when they’re trying so hard to destroy us?” Nysse mumbles.

**Araatris:** “From what I learned when I scouted here, I think the city was given a tough choice: join or die.” Temirra frowns. “Then they lost themselves.”

**Rhoelyn:** The huntress narrows her eyes, squinting. “I can’t say that I’d know what I’d do given the same choice. Hey, are those prisoners?” She points.
**Araatris:** At a nudge, Zali banks once more, giving them a better view of the chained citizens trudging along, fearful, after a strange, floating demon.

**Rhoelyn:** “They’re imprisoning their own kind?” Nysse shudders. “There’s so many. How are we going to find where they’re keeping our loved ones, Mirra?”

**Araatris:** The demon huntress leans forward around Nysse and pats her drake. “Find your brother, boy.” Zali shudders, lifting his nose as he flies.

**Rhoelyn:** He circles wider and wider, searching. The huntress glances over her shoulder. “I admire your strength to fight against of all these demons…”

**Araatris:** Temirra sighs softly. “We spent aeons trying other ways, Nysse. In the end, we decided the only choice we ever really had… was to fight them.”

**Rhoelyn:** Patting Mirra’s arm, Nysse nods. “You’ve given up your children, your home. All you have left is Rhian. Thank you for letting us help you.”

**Araatris:** “And here I thought I was the one helping you.” Smiling, the older woman leans her chin forward onto Nysse’s shoulder. “You are a dear girl.”

**Rhoelyn:** Blushing, Nysse stammers, “A-anyone would d-do the same. Family is important.” The protodrake banks suddenly, diving above the rooftops.

**Araatris:** Temirra straightens, resting a calming hand on her drake’s shoulder. “Now, now.” She shushes him and guides him to alight gently atop a domed spire.

**Rhoelyn:** “Are they near here?” Nysse asks softly as the drake sniffs at the air anxiously. She reaches forward and rubs his neck. “Shh. It’s alright.”

**Araatris:** “He smells Yozerim, but also danger.” Temirra shifts back away from Nysse and hops down before stepping toward the edge. She doesn’t offer a hand.

**Rhoelyn:** The demon huntress glances over her shoulder. “Wait here.” She drops into the darkness below. Nysse sighs and huddles on Zali’s back.

**Araatris:** After a few quiet minutes, the drake shifts restlessly beneath her, stretching his wings out. Though he stays silent, his agitation is growing.

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse strokes his neck and murmurs soothingly, “Don’t worry. I’ll see where she is.” She quietly slides from down and crouches at the roof’s edge.

**Araatris:** The alley far below is shrouded in shadow, but it opens on to a small, well-lit cul-de-sac that in turn opens onto a big square with a grassy verge.

**Rhoelyn:** Her gaze looks for handholds that she could use and carefully lowers herself off. She slowly and carefully climbs down, unwilling to slip.

**Araatris:** Nysse reaches the cobbles and drops the last bit, landing silently and crouching in the dark. She rests a hand on her bow, but doesn’t draw it.

**Rhoelyn:** She looks about before creeping to the edge of shadows and peers out. Nysse holds her breath, realizing that there was a guard near her.

**Araatris:** The nightborn guard rests rather indolently against the building’s white, stone wall. After a while, it becomes clear that her eyes are closed.

**Rhoelyn:** The huntress peers out more boldly and her attention settles on the house across the way. She frowns as she notices a shadow with familiar horns.

**Araatris:** Mirra darts around the back of the house, disappearing into the shadows along another alley like Nysse’s. The younger elf glances around, again.

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse bites her lip, looking up and then where Mirra went. Finally, she peers at the guard, nodding to herself. She grips her bow tightly.

**Araatris:** The huntress sprints across the cul-de-sac and slides to a stop in the shadows on the other side. Not a moment too soon. A mounted patrol passes by.

**Rhoelyn:** She presses her back against a wall and waits before turning to follow Temirra. She shuffles along quietly in the dark and around a corner.

**Araatris:** The sounds that reach her ears are a rustle and a clink, followed by a beastial whine. The yard seems to have a low building at the back.

**Rhoelyn:** Slinking in the shadows, the huntress makes her way to the building. The shadowy figure of a protodrake rustles his chain and whines again.

**Araatris:** When she starts to step closer, and hand snakes out and snags her arm, tugging her back. “Shhh.” A voice hisses by her ear.

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse freezes in Temirra’s grip, silently watching. She looks back at her with a confused frown. After a moment, another person moves near the beast.

**Araatris:** “That’s enough out of you, foul creature.” The nightborn stands well out of the drake’s range, an orb of mysterious magic flaring up in his hand.

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse clenches her jaw as something shoots from orb and the protodrake screams. Mirra’s hold on her arm tightens, whispering. “Not yet.”

**Araatris:** Another pair of nightborn walk out from the building, both in what looks like some kind of uniform, though not armored at the moment. “Magister?”

**Rhoelyn:** The man holding the orb replies curtly, “Yes. What is it? Can’t you see I’m busy?” “Yes, Magister, but a message just arrived for your eyes only.”

**Araatris:** The man can be seen from his shadowed silhouette to glance from them to the drake and back before he nods and drops his hand, the magic winking out.

**Rhoelyn:** “Very well. Take me to the message.” The orb is slipped into a pouch and the Magister follows the other two around the other side of the building.

**Araatris:** Nysse watches Mirra’s attention follow them well past the wall before she quietly whispers, “Now?” The demon huntress nods and releases her.

**Rhoelyn:** The young woman hurries over to the protodrake, speaking soothingly. After a moment, it relents to her stroking of its head. “You poor boy…”

**Araatris:** As Nysse sees to the creature, Mirra ranges around the space, looking for clues. In the pitch dark, her eyeless sight is an advantage. She pauses.

**Rhoelyn:** Mirra kneels looking at ground. She picks up a handful and sniffs it. Nysse finally coaxes the beast to lie down. She joins the the elder night elf.

**Araatris:** “Blood,” the demon hunter whispers. “Mostly poor Yoz’s, but there is a hint of fel. We should follow the trail. It’s faint, but I can see it.”

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse nods and gestures for her to lead. They slip out the other side of the stable. The guards are staggered allowing them to stay undetected.

**Araatris:** As they work their way deeper into the city, Nysse glances up to see a darker shadow spread its wings and silently lift into the night.

**Rhoelyn:** Temirra stops at a large street. Nysse tucks herself against the woman’s back, out of sight. She whispers, “Do we have to cross this way?”

**Araatris:** For a moment, the other woman just presses her lips together, the weight of her intense regard obvious despite that her head doesn’t move.

**Rhoelyn:** The demon hunter’s head tilts up. “Yes, but it need not be on the ground…” She begins climbing the building, Nysse following closely.

**Araatris:** Though perhaps Nysse can feel that weight of Mirra’s attention, the other woman doesn’t coddle her or offer help. She just climbs ahead of her.

**Rhoelyn:** At the top, the huntress takes a moment to catch her breath while the demon huntress surveys the heights. Mirra asks, “Can you get over there?”

**Araatris:** Nysse steps forward to see where she points, and her eyes widen. “Not without wings!” She quickly hushes herself, smacking her hands over her mouth.

**Rhoelyn:** Temirra chuckles despite the outburst. “I am afraid that I can’t share mine, dear.” Nysse mumbles an apology as she lowers her hands, “S-sorry.”

**Araatris:** The huntress recovers and looks around as best she can in the dark, whispering, “Do you see any rope? Something that I can climb across on?”

**Rhoelyn:** “They have a few ropes for their hanging banners.” The hooded night elf points them out. Nysse crouches and examines them. “These might work.”

**Araatris:** With Mirra’s help, she quickly pulls up a pair of banners and knots together a couple of lengths of rope. Nysse secures it to an arrow.

**Rhoelyn:** Aiming to the destination, she glances at Temirra. “Why don’t you head on over? I’ll need this secured on the other side.” Mirra smiles and nods.

**Araatris:** The demon hunter steps to the edge and crouches before leaping high and out over the edge. Her wings unfurl at the apex of her jump, and she glides.

**Rhoelyn:** Nysse fires the arrow once Temirra is in place, then they tie it. The huntress mutters a prayer before wrapping hands and legs around the rope.

**Araatris:** By the time she shimmies carefully across, the demon huntress is waiting impatiently on the other side, shifting her weight from side to side.

**Rhoelyn:** Mirra’s gaze locks on Nysse when she settles on the roof. “This way.” Turning, the demon huntress strides quickly across the way. Nysse grimaces.

**Araatris:** She gathers her energy and jogs after the older woman, gripping her bow. The two of them disappear into the shadows of the city, hunting their kin.