Riposteby Taylor Vincent The priest poked at the body of the vrykul with his dagger to make sure it wasreally dead, then looked back up at the crowd of miners following him out of thecavern in Ymirheim. “Awesome. With that interruption dealt with, we can properlybegin heading back to the base camp and get you all sent home. How’s thatsound?” he asked. The slaves, still exhausted from mining and the omnipresent voice of the OldGod in the mines, groaned and nodded apathetically. The priest waved them alongahead of him, then turned to make sure no val’kyr were following him out of themine.Instead, he saw a single figure, a humanoid clad in black plate armor, far toosmall to be a vrykul.“Hello, Champion Dawnblade,” the figure said.Champion Dawnblade blinked. “Do I know you?”“Forgotten already, Varendil?” the figure asked, pulling off its helmet to reveallong blue hair and a female blood elf’s scarred face.Varendil slumped. “No, Vianara.” He sighed. “You had a helmet on, how was Isupposed to—”“You left me out there to die, Varendil.”“You ran off to ‘hold them off’ while the rest of us escaped. I told you not to.Separating is always great for survival odds.”“But I lived. I didn’t hold them off, I beat them back. And I turn, and you’veleft me, and I had to huddle in a corner until the Scourge found me.”“Oh, please. If we’d stopped to kill every Scourge that found us that day,everyone would have died instead of just nearly everyone.”“A caster got to me first, so it was rather clean, and they raised me. Knew agood thing when they saw it, unlike you.”“You. Left. Us. You ‘heroically’ sacrificing yourself is still near the top of my listof Moronic Things I’ve Seen Blood Knights Do.”“They restored my power, outfitted me with arms and armor, put me to workdestroying your pretty little Crusade.”“Is this story going to end with what you had for breakfast this morningbefore coming out here to find me and interrupt my very tight schedule?”
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