Ankyra Sound nobody expects the spanish inquisition

Raleska had stopped midhunt at the call, her ears pricked. It sounded distressed — and what was worse, it had come from the male her brother had seen fit to allow in their ranks. Raleska had not hid her disdain for Vercingetorix, nor had she liked the enterprise both Caiaphas and vercingetorix had embarked upon. It seemed a foolish errand, and she distrusted her mother’s dark companion.

Drawing up swiftly upon Kaertok’s heels, Raleska assessed the group with a flinty stare. Rosalyn and Illidan were here already, and the man before them appeared worn and ragged. Raleska, suspicious and holding no love in her heart for the Dragedan, immediately jumped to her own conclusion. Where is my mother? She accused with a snarl, her tail arching above her. What have you done to her?