*A messengers breaths heavily as he jumps off his horse and runs into the city of Stormwind, nearly collapsing as he reaches the High-Commander*
Sir! *Cough* Sir! *Cough* The enclave! It has fallen again! The scourge has destroyed the keep and.. *The messenger collapses and dies*
Give this man a proper burial, bury him with this medallion of faith. He won't fall to the scourge, ever.
*The High-Commander walks through the streets, pondering what to do next before nodding to himself reassuringly*
The time has come, this Saturday we will march back towards Lordaeron. I will hire a mage to provide us a quick route inbetween Stormwind.
May the light safe us all..