Emrick pulled away from the stall, his packs full with fresh supplies.  The mage thanked the blood elf as he left, turning back the way he came.  According to the stallkeeper, dwarf from the Explorer's League was actually on the other side of the Lower City, resting in the hospice clinic after being wounded in an Aldor-Scryer brawl.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to return to the clinic, which was eaaily identifiable due to the mob of refugees crowded around it's entrance.  There was no way Talia was getting through that, but he didn't want to leave his supplies unattended.  Maybe leave his mare, but enchant his satchels with a short-term shield spell?<br/><br/>While he was thinking, Emrick overheard a night elf talking in her native tongue.  He may not know Darnassian, but there were enough similarities between it and Thalassian for him to understand a few words: Undercity, explosion, killed, war, and a word that either meant "sadly" or "full-moon".<br/><br/>Curiosity piqued, Emrick turned his to the source of the voice: a particularly hostile lookinh night elf huntress sitting atop her mount, but missing tje Forsaken who stood on the other side of her.  "Please pardon my interruption Huntress, but I overheard you say something about an explosion in the Undercity?  I've been away from the world for some time.  Has something happened?"<br/><br/>The idea of a destroyed Undercity made Emrick grin, despite his normally peaceful nature.  Even deader than norm umdead made him a happy man.