“Very good, Myvosian Shadebinder,” said Garrosh. “Good luck and remember Hellscream’s eyes are upon you.”

Dyer watched Myvosian leave the room in disgust. The two of them had been rivals for as long as he could remember. Myvosian had been one of Rammoth’s prized students and had been there for the final attack and death of Deathwing. There had been a heated debate between the two of them as to who had the killing blow.

“That would have been your team’s assignment if you had gotten here sooner,” said Garrosh with a laugh. “Still, I have something just as important for you and your team.”

“You are sending us to Pandaria?” asked Dyer.

“Eventually. I have a couple of advance teams setting up base camps in strategic locations right now. I need to make sure our supply lines are secure before I start letting valuable resources such as yourself down there. Plus the continent has been missing for tens of thousands of years, so I’ve been told. Belloc Brightblade is leading an archeological expedition to study their art, culture and artifacts before anyone goes around destroying it.”

Dyer turned to see the Blood Elf Belloc in his white suit and hat look up at the mention of his name. He gave a quick nod to Dyer and then went back to the papers on his desk next to the Blood Elf ambassador.