It was a small beginning as such things go. Two forsaken, two sin'dorei, and a troll met and spoke of threats to the lands.
One of the forsaken seemed to be the leader. One seemed to have a case of rotbrain. One sin'dorei was skeptical while the other wondered if it was worth his time to return home and join the people who remained.
He watched as the leader spoke at length with the troll, whose knowledge of the land and the druidic gifts he carried would benefit the living far more than the dead.
Under the cowl, the rime-blue eyes of the blade bearer watched as he weighed his options.