"Well, if that's the case," Choline said, a ghost of a grin falling over her face, "then I can see why I was chosen."

She killed. A lot. Without much regard for her enemies.

"But the politics... the last time I tried to get political, I got arrested." She shrugged. "And what of our home worlds?" If Stacy had said something about that, she hadn't been listening.

That she'd heard nothing about it gave her the tiniest bit of hope. Sure, Anatoly was dead. But she still had what was left of her family back on Azeroth. And if she could go back home, maybe...

Another sigh. Best not to get too ahead of herself here. Who knew how long this particular mission would last?