Acherus was for the most part a quiet place when initiates weren't being tested, but today it was quieter than quiet. Thassarian handed the reports on Eastern Kingdoms to Darion, then asked, "Where is everyone?"
Darion, reading, said absently, "By 'everyone' I assume you mean Deathweaver. I sent him with Bloodbane on a scouting mission."
"Just the two of them?"
Darion looked up from the report. "You have a problem with that?"
"They don't get along." An understatement. Orbaz, the self-styled Hand of Suffering who usually displayed rabid elf hatred at every opportunity, was especially livid that Koltira had been allowed in the Lich King's service.
"We're not here to get along," Darion rumbled. "We're here to do Arthas' will." He resumed reading. "I told them to work out their differences. There's work to be done." It was clear that the discussion was over.
Not that Thassarian was worried: Koltira could take care of himself, a fact that the elf tended to point out with explosive empha