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The group, now made up of 16 people, walked through an old tunnel, a dried-up brick sewer large enough to hold even a Dryad or a Tauren. While there were giant rats, there were few to no actual undead, and those few were quickly dispatched at speed. Suddenly, Rogrelg would halt the group, sensing something, before he pointed at a seemingly empty spot and sent a pillar of light that way. A scream sounded out, and the ephermeral form of a Shade was briefly glipmpsed as it dissapated into wisps - small w - of black smoke.

"And that's one spy gone," the Orc Priest said before the group walked onwards to a large pile of rubble underneath a large hole in the ground, a gap lit by the afternoon light. 

"Light protect us," Rogrelg intoned as he cast a protection spell on the group, before he climbed the pile of rubble, gesturing to the others to do the same. Once they did so, they would emerge in an empty cobblestone street, surrounded by houses with torn roofs and exposed wooden frames, blackened with ash and rot. A residential district of Stratholme, close to the Scarlet side of the city; the sounds of fighting can be heard nearby.

"Here," the Orc then led the group to an alleyway, which led to a twisting maze that led to a maintenance passage, which then led to Crusader's Square itself, where a pitched battle between Undead and Scarlet Crusade was undergoing!

"It seems we are lucky," Rogrelg was clearly looking for a way to sneak into the Bastion now...