The Fruits of Wrath

Fulguralis turned and calmly wiped his blade clean with one of the discarded scraps of frostweave that seemed to fall as frequently as snow flakes in Northrend.  It was not blood on the blade that bothered him.  No, a good Warlock would never get blood on his blade.  A good Warlock would never let anyone close enough to need to use a blade, much less get it bloody.  It was rust, and the wiping didn't help a whole lot.  They had been living out of tents for far too long ...

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