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Luiran searched through every inch of the shrine, but couldn’t find a trace of the artifact. He carefully searched through leather strips and pushed aside every boulder he could find. But it was all too clear that the Alliance deserters had somehow discovered the shrines, broke past the wards and stolen The Rod of Spite. The blood elf didn't care how they discovered it. All that mattered was that the powerful Burning Blade artifact is found before it could do any harm. He turned towards his captive, a dwarf woman he discovered a quarter-mile from the shrine. She glared back at the elf with hate-filled eyes and teeth clenched in a tense snarl. Scouts had spotted her and a party of three others roaming through the Barrens on suspicion of foul play. Luiran happened to have been in the area as he was busy defending the Horde during skirmish conflicts ignited by the Fourth War and agreed to lend a hand. And it was just his luck to find the dwarf clumsily leading a trail that began