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As the sun shone over the Gurubashi Arena, everything seemed calm for a brief moment. The clink of metal on metal, and the sound of stomps on grass disturbed this silence, which was then followed by roars of anger and pain, as blade sliced through flesh. The Forsaken and the Orc fell with a large thump, and the hooded girl sheathed her blade. She held her hand up to the two corpses, and a strange force of energy pulsed from them, into a crystal she held. The girl looked towards two trees nearby. Zylith made a mental note of the location, and walked over to it slowly. Her expression was one of joy when she saw the Night Elf.

"Long time no see, Arsona." Zylith muttered, pulling her hood down and walking in past her. "Did you get the map alright? It's difficult to make one with all the secret entrances without being arrested. That Zombie-Doctor-Rogue dude.. Whatever his name was. He helped me get a hold of it." She laughed, dropping into a chair and placing her sword on the desk.