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Anduin squints through the gloom, kneeling behind the first row of balcony seats in the abandoned theatre. He has slowly crawled across to the far corner, getting as near the masked men as he dares. They're still across the auditorium, but it's close enough... He hesitates for a moment then reaches out with one hand. Even in the darkness the purple-dark fog of the void wraps his hand as he extends his fingers carefully toward one of the masked figures. He closes his eyes.

He can see the theatre from the opposite side now. The masked man is gazing out over the seats in a casual manner. Anduin waits patiently and the man turns to look back at the figures on the stage. Anduin gets a close look at what appears to be a fel-corrupted Eredar bent over a human woman sitting on a chair.

The vision lasts only a moment. Anduin sighs quietly as he opens his eyes, a pit opening in his stomach when he thinks of the woman caught in the middle of this. If he makes a mistake... He reaches for his phone and taps out a message to Randolph Lyall. It's short and just as he'd been taught during his brief orientation: an unvarnished recitation of the crucial facts. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he settles in to keep his vigil on the balcony until the others arrive.