Landing back at the shrine, Zarahi shifted back to normal and staggered before sitting down. Another druid approached her to see if she was ok. Zarahi merely brushed her off and told the druid to simply find Delandros for her. It wasn’t long before he was with her and she explained her venture in retrieving the seeds. The Night Elf was clearly disheartened over the loss of his close allies and vowed the Legion would pay for what they’ve done. After a moment he was calmer.
“I apologize,” said Delandros. “I never took the time to ask what brought you to the shrine in the first place. What could have required the blessing of Rengar?”
Zarahi paused a moment, looking at him. “Actually…I be here for da Fangs.” She elaborated on the details of what the statement meant. Why she had been sent and the means of her arrival in Suramar lands.
Delandros said nothing for a moment, then finally spoke. “I will not lie. Had you said that upon coming here, I would have told you to take a walk. But your actions speak loudly, and you have done us a great honor today.” He paused and looked out at the region around them. “Rest for the night and tomorrow we will take the necessary steps.”
Zarahi smiled back at him. “But first, we gonna clear out da rest of the demons.”
The next day, it was before dawn when Zarahi rose and joined the fight. Those who had fought overnight had done well to hold ground. Reports suggested they didn’t really make any progress, but they had not lost any either. Delandros and others were already taking it to the demons remaining. He greeted her as she joined the fight alongside him. Suddenly, a green beam of light shone upon the shrine and the earth beneath their feet rumbled. Delandros was holding off a demon. “Verstok was protecting the shrine! Hurry over there. I have this under control.”
Zarahi bound her way up the shrine. The last thing she expected to see upon ascending the stairs was a minor pit lord. The four-legged monstrosity stared down, roaring at another druid that the blades would soon be his.
The druid snarled up at the demon. “I will never let the Fangs fall into the hands of the Legion. Take a good look, because this is as close as you’ll ever get to them!” The druid, presumably Verstok, took off in his cat form and Zarahi foolishly lunged in and attacked the pit lord. With one swat it was clear even a minor pit lord was too formidable for her. Fortunately, that was when Delandros and the others chose to reach the conflict. The Archen Druids were able to overpower the pit lord and defeat it. After, Delandros looked around and realized the Fangs were gone. Zarahi explained Verstok’s actions and the Night Elf shook his head.
“I don’t believe it. He’s going to get himself killed.” He paused and then assessed the situation. “We need to go get him. Unfortunately, the other key leaders of the Archen Druids have perished in the conflict. I can’t just abandon the rest.”
Zarahi knew well what this meant. It was just like Malfurion sending her into the Dreamway without him. “I don’t know dis land well enough.”
“This is true, but fortunately I have a solution to that. Not only does Ebonfang know the area well, but he’s the best tracker we have. He’ll guide you far enough to find Verstok. Besides, carrying the Fangs he has to be afraid. Which means, he won’t be slowing enough to cover his tracks.”
Zarahi agreed with the analysis. But when she agreed to the plan, the last thing she expected was for Ebonfang to be a Nightsaber! The animal looked as reluctant about the relationship as the troll was.