Daraman found Lyndra waiting for him back in the private chambers where he had renewed his service to Sylvanas, that cold, mocking smile on her face. He said nothing, but instead reached into his pack and handed her the books. She took them, still grinning as she thumbed through one, then the other.
"Took you long enough, Dar," she remarked.
"I'm sorry. It's not like there were big signs saying 'Secret Tomes of Demonic Lore!' pointing at them," Daraman snapped back.