Tenarius, once a proud Night Elf, but long since ago lost to the manipulations of the Lich King and turned into a Death Knight, not one of the Ebon Knights that had broken free of his spell, he was of an older order, still held in the King's sway.<br/><br/>Now he was hiding, just out of view from those that had wandered into his trap. It had been carefully planned and now it was launched. The two Blood Elves were surrounded, it became evident when Tenarius gave the signal and they started to move, his allies. Other Death Knights, lesser trained ones, a dozen in number, but they hadn't been hardened by battle the way Tenarius had. He was bringing them along, showing them the real ropes. How to catch prey.<br/><br/>A dozen Death Knights in uniform armour, powerful rune swords in their hands walked down, Ghouls at their sides. Tenarius made his own way down, his Ghoul, Rotgrinder at his side. His rune hammer in hand, once a Hammer of the Naaru, corrupted for his use.<br/><br/>"Make this difficult for us if you like, it shall leave you all the more tired and easy to transport back to Northrend." He taunted, hammer resting over one shoulder.