Somewhere in Stormwind...
A black shrouded figure moves through the night silently, carrying a bulky package. The figure stopped, waiting in the shade of a deep doorway, watching the building on the opposite side of the street.
A great iron strapped, oak-door swung open. An old man, hunched with age and dressed in blue, grimy overalls, stepped out into the chilly autumn air, a huge ring of keys cradled in his hands.
The figure watched the old man lock the door and shuffle off towards the Pig & Whistle. The figure waited a few minutes more until the sounds of footsteps faded away, before dashing across the street to the Alliance Herald office.
Flushed with an excitement he’d not felt in years, the figure pushed the package through a large brass post-box. With the delivery made the figure dashed off again, melting into the shadows and disappearing into the night.
