To the Cathedral.

A city comes into few. The sun is just starting to set as evening falls. The Gryphon lands gracefully and a knight appears. Looking fitly and tiered, however as soon as the bird is handed to the gryphonmaster she jumps of it and starts to walk away into Stormwind. Trying to avoid the crowds gathered at the main square in the trade district moving throw the back streets. The girl is desperate not to draw any attention. As she reaches the canals of Stormwind the Cathedral comes into few. Whit the sun just going under it looks spectacular.
A smile appears on the young elf’s face. She is sure nothing can go wrong now. As night settles in the knight crosses the small channel bridge and enters the Cathedral Square.

***

A lonely figure walks into the square. A silent figure watches her enter the cathedral. Anger enrages the paladin’s spirit. His fist holding his weapon so tight blood walks past the hilt. But he stays at his post. He watches for an hour seeing as those in the Cathedral leaf one by one. He watches as most citizens leaf the cathedral to go home after their prayers. He sees the priests heading back to the abbey. As the last left he heads for the great doors and enters the Cathedral.
He slowly looks trough the great hall. It’s completely empty. He starts to close the great doors when something dawns to the old men. He stops and looks again, more slowly now. His years of experience tell him somebody is in the Cathedral. Then he sees it a slight movement in the corner. The Death Knight is still there. He watches as she reappears from the shadows. Watches as she is watching him.

“Good evening, Azeem, Inquisitor of the shadow bane. i take it you know I would be coming?”