Jaina's Room

Mucking through the underhalls of Stormwind, the cave toad hunter eventually found his way to one of the vixens he so coveted. He didn't know her name was Jaina Proudmoore. Or that she now ruled as the Admiral of Kul'Tiras. Didn't know the long, tormented history that the arch mage had suffered at the hands of men she had known. No, the only thing he knew is that she was probably a tight little thing that needed stuffing.

Jaina was alone in her room. The place was a temporary, home away from home, and was now marked with Kul'tiran designs and tapestries rather than Dalaran. Her break with the Mage Council had not been amicable, and to Jaina, it had felt like a betrayal. But that was all behind her. Her gloved hands had spread a map of Kul'tiras and Zandalar over the large, oaken desk before her. She was busy planning strategy for the likely invasion of the Zandalari trolls, as well as the horde. It was something she wanted badly, but she knew she had to be patient. After the Undercity incident, the depths in which Sylvanas would go to secure her own power was no longer in question, and all planning now had to be twice as careful.

She was unaware that she was slightly bent over in this position, her stance widened, as her eyes darted across each map. She was unaware that her shapely, noble rear was on display, or that she was wiggling it back and forth. This was Stormwind, after all, and she had placed wards on all the entrance points. Well. All the entrance points she knew of. The old tunnel entrance, and the secret passage from Stormwind catacombs was as unknown to her, as the creature that crept up from them.