It started out as something so simple... pretty much an undeserved chance. A wanted fugitive for all factions... an enemy to all. Given a chance to escape punishment if they survived long enough.

The target had been let go and had a given amount of days to hideout. If they survived then they would be pardoned of their crimes... which were many they were a sick, sick, and twisted individual.

Of course they got 12 hours of immunity the first day but afterwards the hunting party would be released to find them. Like sending dogs after a game animal.

As of present... A few times the target had been spotted within the first few days but now it is 24 hours until they will be pardoned. The best hunters could not track down the target...

You'd given Sylvanas a tip and all that would need to happen was for her group to flush out the target... only problem was there were only two people that knew how to flush them out, You and the accomplice of the target. But unfortunately the accomplice had blown himself up in interrogation so now You're the only one that knew how to do it.

Sylvanas had gotten a hunting party together and it had hurt your feelings. She hadn't chosen you for the group and just wanted to get the information out of you on how to flush out the target. You're her wife with the invaluable information after all!

So now hurt and avoiding her you sat at a Cafe eating your breakfast alone. But while you ate you sensed her approach. You'd been trying to write something down because you didn't want to see her or speak directly to her right now. You're giving her the cold shoulder.

So you pause your writing and give a heavy sigh of annoyance. You stop eating and stand up from the table and leave the Cafe.

Of course Sylvanas knows you're upset and when she comes into the Cafe she sees the evidence that you had left mid-meal... most of your breakfast left untouched. French toast that was being cut into smaller pieces... fresh fruit untouched on the side if the plate... sausage and bacon cooling... a half drank glass of orange juice... an untouched glass of milk... a plain glazed donut with a bite taken out of it... and a small bowl of oatmeal still warm..

"I treated the light of my soul as a mere 'informant.' I suppose I shouldn't be surprised... Even her silence has a certain... lethal edge to it. She leaves a table like a general leaves a parley—with everything unsaid and nothing resolved."

You had left your unfinished note behind and it was clear by the scribbled out parts that you were trying to figure out a way to apologize... you're angry so you scribbled it out. You're not the one who needs to apologize.