Gennic Revaith was an old hand at doing his research.
Years of service to Lordaeron, and following his undeath, service to the Banshee Queen as a Deathstalker, honed his patience and his penchant for thorough research. After years serving as a silent observer and guard, then an active combatant on the Gilnean front, and finally the Darkshore occupation force, he had some personal leave. Years had passed since his jubilation upon hearing of the demise of his longtime enemy, and now he worked to get the last laugh.
It had started with a rumor, and some eavesdropping onto conversations in taverns and bars. Gennic then moved into long-range scouting, listening, and lifting notices and reports from the pockets of the Alliance couriers. Finding information on his quarry had been difficult, extraordinarily so, considering whom he was targeting. All of his effort, was worth it, to Gennic’s mind at least. He had been beaten, embarrassed, and humbled too many times by the man. Undeath had given Gennic the patience to endure, because he knew the final victory would be his.
It was not until he had found the final place of rest for his adversary, that Gennic decided to enact his revenge. Reaching out for an individual with certain skills, was the biggest risk of exposure he had taken yet. Despite all his reservations though, Gennic was wonderfully rewarded. Donovann Harmarth, his lucky find seemed shadowsent to his aid.
The terms had been agreed upon in the Cleft of Shadows, and for only a small pittance of coin, and a favor in return, Donovann would assist in Gennic’s plan. Parting with a yellow toothed smile, and an admittedly cruel gleam in his eyes, the Forsaken Deathstalker was about to have quite the perfect vacation.
Soon, he would finally get to pay his old ‘friend’, the Stormwind agent Cross, a visit…