"Ah...[i]Sylvanas[/i]," said Rogrelg in clear distaste. "Stealthy as always. I hope you don't resent me for speaking up against your latest attempts to dupe the Warchief into allowing you into the Horde." [i]Something that might bring me and Hallam together, a deep, binding resentment of her.[/i]. "But enough of this; we might be forced to fall upon your strategy anyway - the Scarlet Crusade's lines are holding."

The Undead Scourge were withdrawing, leaving the Scarlet lines bloodied and battered. Before the latter can recover, Rogrelg looked at Hallam and Kalania, saying:

"We have a window of opportunity and we'd best not squander it. Let us charge." And with that, he shouted:

"Lok'tar Orgar!" before he, enveloped in a protective shell and his axe out, streamed out of the alleyway, followed by the fellowship's Warriors...