Raven's Watch but that seed is already there; given time, it will grow, and bear bitter fruit

illidan had a feeling that he would have to pressure wyatt into climbing even though he'd promised that they would later on. the steep rocky face did not look too inviting, but the young ghost had a feeling that it would help them to feel invigorated and strong against the chill of winter and the eyes of their enemy on the cliffs above. he had a feeling that his weenie of a companion would find that he felt similarly, as long as he could get the boy to actually venture beyond his comfort zone.

the scent was rancid and filled the air as they neared the caves. illidan scrunched up his nose and turned toward wyatt with a sneering expression. “smells like you when you're wet,” he teased with a snickering noise.