http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydR5SCDtt9k  (Theme music!! Because I can!)

Undercity, a few weeks after Mid-Summer festival…

As Blarghe rode up through the entrance to Lordaeron a chill ran up his spine. He never liked this place, and he certainly didn’t enjoy the stench. As he rode down the elevator, he reviewed his assignment given to him by General Dawnstar.

——-

Dr. Grokk has retired, but he has supplied us with a possible candidate to replace him. 

A fellow Doctor as it were, but not in smashing…

He goes by the name of Doctor Vorinth, you will find him in the Undercity’s Rogue quarter.

Your contact here is a lady named Isabella. Ask for her by name. When you find her, the pass-phrase is:

“I’m in need of a Doctor.”

She will ask you what kind of Doctor, and you will say: “A really good one.”

She will ask you if you mean a Doctor Doctor or THE Doctor.

You will say, “Is there a third type of Doctor?” because, of course, Dr. Grokk is THE Doctor.

She will then tell you, “Ah yes, THAT Doctor…” then she will look around, and give you further instructions.

———

By the time Blarghe had finished reading the instructions, he found himself in the Rogue quarter. He looked around trying to get a feel for his surroundings, and noticed that this quarter seemed a little bit busier than the others. Forsaken darting this way and that, carrying scrolls and ledgers. All of them seemed in a hurry. He stopped one of them and asked them where he could find Isabella.

“Isabella? She was found mutilated not but 3 days ago outside Brill. Rumor has it the Scarlet Crusade was involved.” said the Forsaken before scurrying off without another word. “Great,” said Blarghe, “So I’ve lost my contact.” with that he sat down on the nearest bench.

“Losing a contact is terribly frustrating.” said a voice beside him. He turned, and realized that someone had been sitting on the bench, but in his frustration he must not have noticed him. “Perhaps I can help.” said the Forsaken, taking a last pull off of a cigarillo before flicking it into the green goo stream.

“Erm, alright then,” said Blarghe nervously, “I’m er… looking for a Doctor?”

“What kind of Doctor?”

“…A really good one.” said Blarghe, growing curious.

“Do you mean a Doctor Doctor, or THE Doctor?”

“…Are you Isabella?” asked Blarghe curiously, and at this the Forsaken pulled a dagger and put it to Blarghe’s throat.

“No no no no no. No. You are supposed to say, ‘Is there a third type of Doctor?’ and then I say, ‘Ah yes… THAT Doctor.'” with this, the Forsaken sighed, and sheathed his dagger. “What is your name?”

Blarghe, still trying to figure out what was going on responded calmly, “Second in Command, Chief Officer Blarghe of Zergadins.”

“I see. And I suppose the good Doctor Grokk sent you here looking for me.” responded the Forsaken.

“That’s correct. He felt you’d be a good addition and-”

“Spare me the flattery, Chief Officer. I accept.” interrupted Vorinth.

“You do? That’s great!” said Blarghe excitedly.

“Yes yes, but we need to leave… now, if possible.” said the Forsaken, standing and grabbing a small rucksack.

“Now? Why the rush?” asked Blarghe curiously.

“Because I’m wanted for re-murder.” said Vorinth, pointing to a sign behind them.

WANTED: Masked Forsaken known as “Doctor Vorinth”

For the re-murder of Isabella Vacini.

Reward: 10,000 gold, dead. 20,000 alive.

“Oh Thrall’s Balls…” said Blarghe as he grabbed his things and followed in line behind the newest recruit of the Zergadins.