To The Darkest Places

My corps consisted of ten operatives, surveying the perimeter around the Croaking Plateau. From the few ones that survived I was the only one locked up in this inn. For what reason I don't know. What I could see, however, was three of my comrades - Flynn, Elroy and Cherys - being dragged past the battlefield to the south of here. Luckily I understood a few of the orcish words they spoke. ?Cave', ?hill' and ?master' are what I could decipher from their speech. It may not be much, but it is better than nothing, I guess. Apologies, but I won't be of much help to you with these injuries; I will report back to Operative Gillian and tell her what happened, that much I should manage. I pray you can uncover more and return safely back to the outpost.

<name>, you've returned? Agent Deryl arrived here not long before you, his body strewn with grievous wounds. We've sent him back to Stormwind for recuperation. But tell me, is there anything you could find?

A pity, those were valuable agents we've lost today. I'll send missives to their families, their service to the Kingdom won't be forgotten. Now, regarding this scroll...