The Gate

Ombra sighed. Very well Belsheroth.

He continued to walk away for a few moments, before turning his head and adding, This better not be because it's already been stolen.

With that cryptic little statement, he turned and left, only allowing himself a cheshire grin when his face was out of Belsheroth's sight.

The moment he was out of Belsheroth's sight he ran like hell for the Shadowlands, sending information to the Eye of Ombra the moment he arrived.

The Shadowlands

He shoved the soul into one of his crystal trees and quickly ran his thoughts and mental might over the soul, picking up as much information about it as he could.

Sorry about this, He told the soul, I don't like it either.