Alex was making his way along the edge of the river when his attuned sense of hearing picked up strange noises coming from the forest. His head turned and his ears twitched.
Growling. Sounds familiar. Probably just some of the feral worgen that make their home here. He was about to continue when the sound of gunfire exploded in the silent forest, startling him and causing him to jump.
"Holy hell," he muttered, looking towards where the sound came from. Stealthily, he dropped to al lfours and sprinted towards it. He broke through the trees and came across what one would have presumed to be a slaughter.
There were a few dead bodies laying on the ground in dried pools of blood. One of them - a goblin by the looks of it - had been half-gnawed on. He saw six dead bodies that, in life, were feral, vicious worgen. Bullet marks dotted their bodies, and the widening pools of crimson beneath their forms were a testament to how long they'd been dead. The last two things he noticed were just as surprising.
A man stood, armed with a rifle and dressed in what Alex first took to be one of the Night Watch of Darkshire. Curious, he caught himself from staring at the man and looked at his vicious enemy: One of the remaining worgen.
By the looks of it, the man wasn't one for melee combat, and would probably be cut down by the worgen effortlessly. Alex found himself hesitant to aid the man, but also willing to. Maybe I can use him to get to Stormwind. It's not like everyone knows who I am. Sure, I might run into a few notable fools, but they'd be easy targets to dispatch if they decided to cause trouble. On the other hand, if this man does recognize me from somewhere... I'm dead meat. He weighed his options for two seconds, then made up his mind.
He carefully made his way around the pair, so that he was standing behind the worgen, and drew his shortsword. Approaching his target, he was extra careful to make no noise whatsoever, until he was millimeters away from his prey. In one swift motion, Alex lunged, grabbing the worgen by the shoulder and plunging his sword into its back. He shoved his sword through the feral worgen as blood splattered the grass. Withdrawing his sword, he released the dead body, letting it drop to the ground with a thump.