"So he is yours," said Jaina Proudmoore as Thrall came forward to meet her in the middle of their groups outside Orgrimmar's gates.

The Orc glanced back over his shoulder at Taemmur, who stood between a pensive Hresden and a scowling Chanasai. Caren was notably absent since bringing her outside with her son possibly being threatened wasn't a grand idea.

Having the High Elf or the hunter wasn't safe either but both could temper themselves.

He knew the druid couldn't when her child was threatened.

"He is," confirmed Thrall as he turned back towards her. "They seem to have gotten word swiftly to you."

Jaina smiled tightly and replied, "They sent a group from Stormwind. He killed a Commander, Thrall."

"So I've heard."

"He's human!"

Thrall sighed and said firmly, "He is Tauren, Jaina. Our skin means nothing against what we are taught and grow up amongst. I am a product of such if you do not recall."

The mage pursed her lips but nodded in accent to his words.

"I know," she said gently. "But you used him as a spy."

"Who found nothing but rumor. I have others."

"Shielding him could start a war," scolded Jaina. "Something none of us want again!"

Thrall frowned at that then moved so he stood beside her, noting the subtle shift of her guards some distance away. Ignoring them, he pointed towards Taemmur, who stiffened, and asked, "Do you see that pair beside him?"

"A Sin'Dorei and one of your scout's if I recognize her correctly," replied Jaina. "Crowstalker."

"Correct except in the fact that the mage is a Quel'dorei."

"Quel'do…!"

"They would die to protect him if need be," hissed Thrall. "He spent the years with him amongst the Alliance and knows him well. And took an arrow in that fight in Stormwind. She taught him how to fire a bow and has always spoken fiercely for him against those that do not speak well."

Jaina frowned and asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because," he replied, "if this is how they shall react, how do you assume his mother will?"

"His mother…"

"Tauren and druid. One who once threatened to do to Sylvanas what Malfurion Stormrage did to Xavius in the War of the Ancients."

Jaina muttered something under her breath then gave him a mournful stare. "You know what this will come to then."

"I was aware of it from the moment he was brought here after his reappearance in Thunder Bluff."

She nodded slowly then sighed, "I can't stop this, Thrall."

"I know," he replied softly.

"Stormwind wants him and they're willing to tear down Orgrimmar's gates to get him. And they want my help."

"You could refuse."

"You know I can't," murmured Jaina. "I'm sorry."

Thrall sighed and said, "We must deal with the situations we have. Perhaps though, we can stop this from happening."

"How?"

"Someone betrayed them, Jaina. Either one of yours managed to get in without revealing themselves…or one of ours has turned."

Her eyes widened slightly then she frowned and regained her control. "Knowing the truth might change things," she said softly. "But it might not."

"We can but try," intoned Thrall.

"Yes. I…I will see what I can do, Thrall. What I can find out and do to stall them as well."

"Thank you, Jaina. You might be able to find things easier than we can."

She smiled at that, saying, "I think your gray-clad sneak may be able to find out a fair more than I. But I shall do my best to match him."

Thrall chuckled at that then sobered as he asked, "How long?"

She sobered as well, replying solemnly, "Two weeks at the most. I might be able to managed more but not by much. The Stormwind guard are screaming for blood, Thrall."

"The only way they will gain his is by battle and that will take going through five others at the least."

"I shall hope he has very able defenders then," said Jaina. She then bowed and murmured a goodbye before turning back towards the company of men that had come with her. Most of them he knew as her own with their wearing the Theramore tabard with three had that of Stormwind. And he had taken note that none of their eyes had ever moved from Taemmur.

Slowly he strode back towards the group and noted, "You have made a fair few enemies."

"I heard someone say once that how good you are is told by how good your enemies are and to what amount you have them," intoned Taemmur seriously but a slight note of fear was evident in his voice. "I wasn't expecting this though."

"You could have simply given him to them," noted Hresden, who had sharper ears than most would expect from a mage.

Thrall arched an eyebrow at him and chuckled. "And lose a good handful of the best folk I have, including a truly frightening druid, two mages, and my best spy? I am well aware that is what would happen if I did such."

"True," admitted the mage with a shrug. "What now then, Warchief?"

"We wait," replied Thrall wearily. "Jaina believes she can allow us two weeks time to discover our spy. She will make her own attempts at finding out what she can for us."

"They may brand her a traitor for that if they find out," said Taemmur. "It would be the same as what they did to Kalya."

"You forget, Taem," pointed out Hresden, "that Lady Proudmoore is a mage of great power. They cannot simply to do her what they did to Kalya so easily."

Taemmur scowled at the reminder then nodded before asking, "Isn't there anything we can do?"

Thrall nodded slightly.

"We shall ask your aunt who she spoke to when she wakes," replied the Warchief. "Beyond that, I fear we can do nothing more but wait for news to come and hope."

Author's Note: For those that have not read Bones for whatever reason or forgot, Caren threatened to turn Sylvanas into a tree. Or more technically have a tree grow itself out of her by feeding its growth off of her body. Nasty way to die - and one of the reasons I like Furion. He can do some wicked shit.