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A magical message from Dalaran has arrived for Light's Hope Chapel. It is addressed to "Ezra Pyreborn, or other opponents of the naga invasion". Naturally, Ezra claims it.

High Inquisitor Whitemane rides rapidly across the blasted desolation of the Plaguelands, forsaking some of the roads where she knows the Scarlet Crusade will be patrolling. More than once she is beset by the undead, sometimes a dozen or more at a time, but she does not hold her high station for being merely a pretty face.

Ezra hasn't been privy to the intense negotiation happening between Eitrigg and the leadership of the blood elves. He's been kept busy, spying on the movements and activities of the Blood Knights.

The portal between Orgrimmar and Tranquillien is not kept open regularly due to the cost in mage-hours to maintain it. But for an orc like Eitrigg, and a mission like this, speed is vital.

He is met by the undead arcanist calling himself Ezra Pyreborn, who bows low. "I received the messsage," Ezra explains. "I am at your sservice, yess."

Ezra's journey to Sunsail Anchorage is uneventful. A series of teleports, performed from mountaintop to distant mountaintop, have kept him safe from the lesser varieties of undead roaming the Ghostlands. Likewise, the skulking beasts and feral wildlife of the once-beautiful woodlands are few and far between at such altitudes.

Krasus opens the way for the Argent Dawn's knights and their cadre of draenei allies. All are well-armed and fortified for what lies ahead.

Krasus was right. Ezra was very surprised to feel the power of the Kirin Tor's teleportation room - more than enough energy to direct a Gate to the proper place, and energy to spare to punch through the Twisting Nether beforehand, guiding it to the exact spot he visualized.

Five figures approach the shimmering violet barrier behind which sits the city of Dalaran. Four of them are bedecked in the gallantry of the Argent Dawn: the eight-pointed silver sun of their tabards, the steel and silk and gold of their ceremonial armor, the fluttering pennant held proudly aloft by one upon which the same device is emblazoned.

The news of Andrew Lammas' return from the Scarlet Bastion - and rumors of the letters he brings with him - quickly have Light's Hope Chapel in an uproar. Maxwell Tyrosus is quick to call a meeting of the Argent Dawn's leadership council to debrief the young ex-Crusader and his rescuers.

The matter of the correspondence seems too urgent for Ezra to wait long. As the group sneaks back to their airship, he questions Andrew about the contents: "Anything relevant to the Sscarlet Crusade could be urgent at thiss time, yess. At leasst ssummarize your findingss for me, eh?"