Attacked!

            "Phasha, I know ye wanna stay outta the way fer yer father, but isn't Outland a bit ferther than this Aselleus' can reach?"

            The young draenei woman looked at the dwarf sitting across from her at the table they were seated at on the Aldor Rise in Shattrath City.

            Shattrath.  My home...and now my self-imposed exile.

            "I understand where you're coming from Kordas, and I understand father trusts you to protect me well enough, but the less of a liability I am for both father and mother the better.  And Ishanah assured me we were both welcome and safe here."

            The dwarf sighed and took a deep swig of his ale.  This girl was far too much like Shadoren, there was no way he was winning this argument.

            A smiling draenei priestess approached them, "Ishanah asked if there was anything we could do to make you both more comfortable."

            "Nay, we're fine, thank ye."

            The priestess nods, and then asks, "Well then, Master Aselleus asks if there's any last reques-"

            Before she could finish her sentence, Kordas lept into action, swinging the Stormhammer his mother's people were so known for, straight at the priestess' face.

            "Phasha, get to the gryphon!"

            Eyes wide with shock, the girl nods, and breaks into a run, headed for Kordas' gryphon.  As she looked back, she saw more cultists coming for the dwarf.  Wanting to go back and help, but knowing it would be futile in the end, she sent a small prayer.  Kordas, Light bless you.

            Before she reached the gryphon, another cultists charged at her.  Acting on instinct alone, she called down not the Light, but the Shadow, reducing the cultist's mind to mush in moments.

            "Skine! To me!" she called to the gryphon, who by now knew the girl well enough to take orders from her as well as Kordas.  As she mounted, she dared one glance back, to see the dwarf slowly being overrun by cultists.

            "To the Dark Portal Skine," and with that the gryphon took off back to Azeroth, where she would have to find Terefi and tell her what happened, and hopefully find her father and explain what she gleamed in the cultist's mind.