((This journal is written from Marcus' point of view and its events take place in the past, a few days before his death))

Somewhere in the hinterlands

Marcus' steps echoed within the stone walls of the place that the Hands of Blood were using as a hiding place. The puppet-master's mind kept going around his tightly-knit plan and the events that needed to take place in the future for his plan to actually work out as he intended and if it indeed happened like he planned, then he would explain everything to his brother soon enough...Sure, he wouldn't like it at first and he would probable never forgive Marcus for what he'd done...But he would understand. Worst case-scenario, he would die...But he already had a back-up plan should that happen...Someone to take his place should all come down to that.

He stopped in front of a wooden door, taking a deep breath, clearing his mind of all this. He knew that the people waiting for him behind that door could read minds. He knew that they wouldn't be able to read his but he was still careful about every single thing. He took another deep breath, convinced himself that he could go through this minor thing and continue with what he had in mind.

The door opened with a slight screech and Marcus entered a room lit by a single candle placed on a wooden table. Both ends of the table were taken...The right by a male draenei and the left by a human male, the puppet-master sat between both of them. The draenei and the human were wearing the same outfit: a white shirt, black pants and black leather boots. As if they came from doing something together, the shirts of both of them had very tiny, barely noticeable spots of dry blood.

-You took your time, Marcus- Said the draenei in a soft tone, almost a whisper.

-I apologize, sir, I wasn't expecting a gnome to get in my way like that...It took longer than planned- He explained calmly.

-I understand...Dealt with, I hope?-

Marcus didn't answer, he simply nodded once.

-Shall we start, then?- The human said, extending an old map on the table.

The map showed the streets of Stormwind in high detail.

-The plan is simple, we go straight to the harbor, pay a few of the workers to turn a blind eye for a minute and take what we need from the crate.- The human explained. His voice was calm as was his face, out of all three, he seemed to be the one that cared less about whatever they were doing...Marcus noticed this.

-Can't we just kill them and take what we need?- Marcus asked, running a finger across the map.

-No, the boss was clear, this needs to be done under the lowest profile possible. No killing, no drawing out weapons, no moves that will show anyone who we are. We go in, do what we need to do and then we go out.- The man explained, fixing his long, straight hair behind his ear.

The draenei shifted in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.

-Why three of us? Why not just one? That would be much less suspicious- Marcus said, his eyes on the draenei but his question aimed at the man.

-Because we can't afford being discovered and be suddenly jailed or outnumbered, Marc-- The man's voice cut mid-sentence when the wooden door opened for the second time. A tall figured, wrapped in armor -helmet included- entered the room.

The three individuals in the room stood up and looked at the newcomer.

-It's time- The armored figure said.

-Yes, sir- The three of them answered at the same time.

The draenei and the human almost melted in the darkness beyond the reach of the candle, leaving the armored figure and Marcus alone.

-Don't fail me, Marcus.-

-When have I?- He answered.

-Never-

-Then don't doubt me- His words echoed for a moment and then Marcus joined the other two, melting in the darkness of the room.