“You can sing their praises all day, Shade. It’s not going to fill me with any confidence if I know nothing of your agents.” The councillor said as he leant back in his chair, pressing his fingers together to form a steeple. Shade smirked as he perched himself onto the table, spreading his arms in a half-hearted shrug.
“Then what would allay your fears? I cannot reveal their identities. It isn’t worth the risk.”
“You leave me no choice then. I have to withdraw my support –and- funding. If these vigilantes of yours act without approval, they would be branded criminals.” Shade smiled at the Lordling’s outburst, chuckling as he waved his finger at him.
“Ah, you see, your Lordship, you will not know if they have acted or not unless I tell you they have. I have the utmost confidence in them… so perhaps I can reveal a little of their identities if this would gain your confidence?” His counterpart nodded silently, observing him in the candlelight. “Three of them have officer commissions as Knights of the Alliance, so no strangers to swordplay. Two were officers of the Crimson Eagle, one of those being the former head of their intelligence wing. Several more dealt with the illegal witch-hunting without drawing suspicion.”
“I would hardly call leaving a dead Gnome in the canals of Stormwind not drawing suspicion.”
“Nonsense! Everyone blamed the necromancers for that.”
“Yes, but who are they?” He was clearly losing his patience.
“Alright…” Shade conceded. “Allow me to explain…”