Eantu sat down at the table in the dining hall as his mind raced through what the Wardens had said. The mission would begin in twenty minutes. The Draenei let a small smile form on his face as he grabbed a large glass filled with something that smelled good and downed it in one gulp. Black Rook Hold. The name made him slightly uneasy but this was his chance to fight the legion. His eyes returned to the Wardens as the subject of the Shadowsong siblings was brought up. He had heard of Warden Maiev Shadowsong, but the one known as Jarod, this was his first time hearing about him.

He pulled the sword off of his back and and he grabbed a cloth and began to absently wipe some previously unseen fel-blood off of it and he let out a sigh as he saw the sword had a small crack in it. [i]Damn Fel-guards, their heads are so thick they do more damage with them then with their weapons.[/i]  "I am curious, what happens if we don't find the Shadowsongs?" He asked carefully. He meant no disrespect to the Wardens but it was still a possibility.