“Ringo! Beli! Come quickly!” Widge Gearloose burst into the Silver Covenant Pavilion. “Jaina! She’s given me a mission!”

Beli Flinthammer closed her sketchbook and kicked her husband in the shins, waking him mid-snore.

“What’s that, Widge?” she asked, bundling herself up as she emerged into the frigid air of Icecrown Glacier.

“She’s sending me behind enemy lines!” the gnome gushed as he piled supplies onto a hovering magical carpet. “The very thing to win her favor!”

“Or a suicide mission,” Ringo muttered.

“No, no, not at all!” Widge gushed. “Well, at least, probably not. Anyway, you know how the Argent Crusade has captured those twin val’kyr?”

“Heh,” Ringo chuckled. “Twiiiiiiins!”

His wife slapped him loudly on the back of the head.

“Ow. Baelan or Cohhen would have laughed at that.”

“Go on, Widge.”

“Well, they apparently mentioned a place called the Forge of Souls during interrogation. Jaina thinks there might be a way to blow open a side door of Icecrown Citadel and let the crusaders inside, instead of just fighting through the Scourge’s defenses at the main gate.”

“‘Blow open?'”

“That’ll be no problem at all,” Widge scoffed. “Help me load up the carpet with more seaforium …”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this …”

“Oh, stop. What could possibly go wrong?”