When last we left our heroes, they were idly poking around the Outland. They weren't entirely sure what to do with themselves, desperately in need of something new to get them moving. Nominally, they were tracking down leads on who might have infiltrated the Forsaken. Sounds like it's time for a plot bomb, right?

The four slept under the stars of Outland. Unlike Azeroth's tranquil night sky, the heavens of Hellfire Peninsula glittered beneath an oily stream of ether and energy. It was minutely disturbing to Lolegolas, who muttered about sleeping in shifts and random encounters.

Miranda screamed first, a thick leather cord coiled around her neck. The succubus at the other end hauled back on the whip, dragging the girl from her sleeping bag.

The Gilnean hit the demon not as a human, sliding effortlessly into the shape of an immense bear. A leg like a log struck the succubus in the chest, sending her hurling head over heels backward into the night.

Then the druid took a wide stance and roared. His thick fur bristled, and the single line of his hackles rose like a mohawk down the middle of his back. Throgg bounded from his bedroll, already whirling his immense axe almost like a baton. Its angry blade bit into an imp just a few moments before Lolegolas arrows began flying through the air with a sound like angry bees. Succubus and imps fell quickly to the assault.

The worst of the fight was over quickly. The three men stood amid a cluster of demons, frantically searching for the missing girl.

"She's gone," Lolegolas muttered, kicking over a dead succubus. "Frak! She's gone."

The Gilnean sniffed the air, lifting bits of cloth to his worgen nose. His ears twitched and perked angrily when he found something.

"This," the druid said. He obviously struggled to form the words through canine jaws. "This smells ... wrong. Not from here."

"It's not," a small gnome said. She'd appeared out of nowhere, dressed in bronze and gold clothing. "It's from an island. I can give you directions, but you'll have to travel on your own."

"Chromie!" Throgg shouted. "I've not seen you in years. What do you know about all this?"

"Years?" the gnome said. "Has it been that long? I lose track. A lot's been going on lately today."

"Where is Miranda?" Throgg asked.

Chromie took the loose, bandage-like cloth from the Gilnean. "These are handwraps. They mean nothing where they come from. Virtually a child's toy. Worn wristwraps are used by monks in Pandaria as training."

"Pandaria?" Lolegolas said. He stood up straight. "You mean ... "

"It's time," Chromie said. "Mount up and get to Pandaria. That's where you'll find Miranda."

Item notes: Worn wristwraps are starting gear for monks. You'll have item links soon, I promise.

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