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In multiple dimensions there is multiple Pepes. And at least one of them looks like a Demon Hunter.
How did Sarevok know? Because there was one residing on top of her head these days.
The second-in-command of The Illidari, or the slayer like other illdaris and when Lord Illidan was in his bemused mood called her, was in a rather comfy place nowadays. Master was back, to whom illidaris looked up; Day-to-day running of fel hammer was never her duty. Of course she did what Lord Illdian commanded, but basically she was just a glorified assistant to the master, of which she appreciated to no end. Being responsible of an army of self-righteous elves most of which were older than her was weary. She couldn't fancy even one reason the master made her a replacement in his absence; diplomacy and politics was never her strong suit.
But she was delighted to make acquaintance with leaders of other orders. And getting presents when some of them learned her fondness of small animals. The death lord brought her a miniature bone shard (named Boneshard, oh lord). The conjurer gave her a fragment of a magic floating disk which she had it mounted. And now it ride on the disk by her side, sometimes doing that cute tiny bone-storm, while Pepe - who insisted it was not a bird but a trans-dimensional traveller, one of a kind thank you very much - chirping excitedly.
Her short adventure around the isles had seen a collection of critters - which were denied entrance to the fel hammer by Kayn - like frogs (who in their right mind keep frogs as pets?), kittens (if you want loose cats in a ship, sure), spiderlings (you are a elf raised by elves, right?), whelplings (I'm very certain they're terrified here, slayer). The lot of them went to foster care in Magical Menagerie eventually. Pepe was not quite happy about that but understood they were way too fragile in these legion-plagued isles. It's not like they are those mysterious murlocs looking more like demon hunters than her, of which when she mentioned to Khadgar the archmage was too interested for good.
Not the first time she noticed the archmage's peculiar fixation in strange things.
Neither the last.
Bringing a message (of great importance, Kayn said) to her master, she exchanged pleasantries with the archmage absent-mindedly, when suddenly Pepe chirped joyfully above her head. She looked around, eyes widening like pans laying on the little creature tucking in the archmage's robe with only its head outside. It catching eyes on Pepe, made a stream of verbal nonsense, something Pepe apparently comprehended and replied with more and more enthusiastic and loud chirps, which, to be honest, made Sarevok's head began to spin.
Then she fainted.
When she came to, she realised
1) Pepe was not on her head, but on the ground cheerfully dancing with a murloc resembling those she met in Murheim;
2) Archmage Khadgar was staring at them with so much adoration she could barely recognise the mighty mage;
3) Boneshard was doing mini bone storm constantly, an annoyed look on its face.
She cooed, trying in vain to soothe the little angry thing. Defeated, she picked it up, ignoring its struggle and hugging it tightly. It calmed down after a while, burying its little skull in her breast while stealing a glance at those dancing friends once in alarming frequencies.
"Pepe," she started, "I'm sorry to interrupt but I have to leave. I have orders. Do you want to stay here for a while with your friend?"
Pepe stopped dancing, eyeing her doubtfully. Khadgar cleared his throat. "He is of course welcome to stay here if he want, but I believe Lil'idan had introduced him to another friend in Stormheim whom he is most eager to meet."
Lil'idan? Her lord making a choking noise, but when Sarevok dared to peek, only met his poker face and a slightly red tint in the points of his ears.
"Slayer," Lord Illidan coughed, "send someone else to report to me after you're done, and meet this friend archmage introduced. It may be useful in our fights against the Legion. The insignificant force sometimes prove to be crucial."
And this friend turned out to be, as she assumed, another murloc.
With demon hunterish wings, no less.
This one was a delight, Sarevok had to admit. It toasted very tasting fish for its new friends, which even Boneshard devoured with passion. They had a rather peaceful conversation, if Pepe chirping and Murloc rumbling that Sarevok definitely had no understanding could be counted as conversation.
Bloated, everyone was lying on the sand around the fire, leftovers still smelling divine. Sarevok turned to Pepe.
"Do not do that ever again, even it looks perfectly safe. You can't predict when legion will decide to hold us a surprise party. If I'm not able to fight, we're surely doomed."
Pepe nodded, an unbecoming guilt on its face. Sarevok dared to pet its head for the first time, being rewarded with a peck on the hand. She laughed.
"Well, shall we deliver this good news to my master?"
The murloc patted its own belly and grumbled.
"Or maybe later."
All the creatures groaned.
Life was good for the simple demon hunter.