"At least we agree on that." he replied, looking over the blade for a moment. "It'll make an excellent Rune Sword." He handed it to one of his minions before turning back to the Paladin, a wave of his hand casting a spell, her wrists became locked in icy shackles.<br/><br/>"Now lets move out, get to the ship and make for Northrend!" He ordered, they nodded and started to move out.<br/><br/>--Sometime later, at the Ship--<br/><br/>They had arrived at the ship, it was a massive thing, made of dark woods and metals, skull iconography adorned its hull. The sail looked as if it shouldn't even perform its task, beaten and torn by the weather. "Load them on, lock them in the same room, put up an anti-magic ward! Remove them off everything and break them down for their magic components, but keep the weapons, place them in my office. But them in rags and chain them up." His voice was booming, there was movement on the ship, great movement, Death Knights and ghouls and those not so important moved to perform their leaders bidding.