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Aftermath-Witchhunt (Part Nine)
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Ga'Crane stepped inside. His eyes needed some time to adjust to the shadows, so for now he spoke at whatever was right in front of him, "Ah come in peace, an' Ah seek guidance, o shaman."
Zezi entered the tent with Ga. She squinted trying to see the shaman. "Is there anyone in here at all?" She asked still trying to find the shaman.
"Greetins," Sem'po nodded, raising his hand in greeting to the two newcomers. "Joo do not look like Shattaspear. Where joo two from?"
"Greetin's to joo, wise one. Ah am Ga'Crane of da Darkspear, and dis 'ere is mah ward Zezi'ma - a gel of 'igh potential and unknown origin." The potion doc summized their story - how he met Zezi, how she saw that dream, how he bought her the ocarina, how the elements responded to her song and how the spirit of air contacted him when she was asleep. "We seek advice, wise one."
"Mmm..." the shaman murmured. "She needs a teacha, she does," he nodded. "At least, if she 'as chosen to ansa da call."
She had been listening intently, making sure she understood everything. "Yeah....I tink ah have..." She said to da shaman.
The potion doc kneeled before Zezi and laid his hands on her shoulders, "Joo 'ave da talent, Zezi, but know dat dis is per'aps is da most important decision of joor life. Do joo want do learn dis? Whatever joo choose, it's up to joo."
"Of course dis is what I wanna do Ga," She said smiling.
"Good, good," Sem'po nodded with a smile. "Den joo need a teacha," he advised, "Anudda shaman."
"Very well. But there is still a question important for me - will Ah be allowed to stay by 'er side for da time being, o wise one?"
"Dat's all up ta 'er teacha," Sem'po nodded. "An' it's not up ta me ta decide who dat's gonna be."
"What you mean?" She asked the shaman. "Who chooses muh teacher den?"
"Joo do," Sem'po replied, chuckling quietly. "It's joor decision who ya follow. Ah cannot force ya ta by my student. Ultimately, it is joo who chooses who joor willin' ta submit to."
"So I get to choose?" She said confusedly. "Anyone I want?" She didn't wait for a response before knowing it was true. 'Who would i choose? I don't even know anyone.' she thought to herself. Then she remembered something. "Gurka's a shaman isn't she?" She asked Ga.
"Yep. Do joo think she could..." - he stopped midsentence, understanding that he was addressing the shaman and Zez at the same time.
"Anyone who be well-versed in da ways o' da spirits," Sem'po replied. "Da reason I say dat da choice is yours is simply because Ah canna force ya ta be mah pupil. If joo wish ta submit ta some udda shaman, den dat be ya choice. Ah just dunna want ya ta feel like ya only option is ta submit ta me, or else ignore da call..." he nodded, trying not to confuse the girl, though he wasn't sure if he was succeeding. "Every shaman walks da same path. Some be fartha alone den uddas, but dey all be da same in spirit. Da bond between masta an' pupil be one of trust and familiarity, not professional benefit. If joo'd be mo' comfuhtable learnin' from someone else, den you'd be more open ta learnin' and undastandin' den wit' someone you ah not familia wit'..." he paused, before chuckling quietly. "Ah 'ope Ah'm not confusing ya. Ah been a shaman since ah tribe fuhst made contact wit' da Horde, and me old mind walks in circles sometimes."
"I think I understand." She said tilting her head. "I think we should go find her and ask." She said looking at Ga.
"Agreed," - nodded Ga'Crane, standing up. - "It would be certainly funny if da answer appears right under our noses... Thanks, Ah guess, o shaman."
"Ahm merely doin' mah best ta help da young one," the shaman nodded respectfully. "Ah only 'ope dat Ah've done dat."
She gave the shaman a slight bow. "Thank you for ya help." She said before walking out and beginning searching for Gurka.
Gurka had gotten up and was standing by the lake, deciding to talk to the water.
"Spirit of Water, you have seen much. Why does that one have so much hate inside of him?" she asked, kicking off her boots and resting her feet in the water.
"He has felt much pain..." Water answered quietly. "Sadly, he desires to lash out and hurt others instead of releasing that pain."
"Sounds familiar..." Gurka sighed, rubbing her head. "But that has gotten thousands of people killed in the past. Will it come to war?" she asked, already guessing that the element probably didn't know.
"We cannot know that," Water replied sadly. "We hope not, but like our brother Fire, anger is destructive, unpredicatable, and ever-thirsting."
"I know..." Gurka frowned. "Thank you for your wisdom."
"She was your mother?" Vashadya asked in surprise, not expecting an answer. After a couple of moments she recovered, "well, I guess it makes sense... Is that why you are hunting Dag'rema? Didn't she work with Blackbite?"
"Dag'rema was the power behind the throne," Flamehowl said, speaking for the first time. "Dag'rema corrupted Blackbite and turned her into what she i-... was."
Nightbane whipped her tail about disgracedly, "I didn't just watch as she did those things, I sat in her lap. She issued out death verdicts and fed me the next moment..."
Gurka, still somewhat unsatisfied with Water's answer, made her way back to Vashadya and Nightbane, "What's up, guys?" she asked. "I'm feeling a little better, how about you?"
"Clear thoughts unfortunately, weak limbs," the worg said, laying her head on Vashadya's shoulder pitifully.
"I'm sure you'll feel better after a night's rest," Gurka smiled sympathetically, sitting down near the group.
"I'm fine," Vashadya replied cheerily, still taking in what she had learnt from Flamehowl and Nightbane, slowly she felt she was getting a better grasp of the story and its details.
Illia was waiting outside the hut sitting on the ground listening to the group’s conversation. "Wonder whats going on in there?" She thought looking back at the hut.
Flamehowl smiled at the orc. "How is it going?" he asked.
"I'm doing good, thanks," Gurka smiled to Flamehowl. "So... What's everyone doing?" she asked, looking around to her companions. "You wanna go do something? I mean, probably more interesting that just standing around, right?"
"Probably," Vashadya said in agreement to the orc.
"Maybe we could get something to eat?" Gurka suggested. "I haven't eaten since the Crossroads. Or we could go hang out by the lake, I dunno..." she shrugged.
Illia put her hands behind her head as she leaned against the hut listening to their conversation unaware that the gem hidden in her robes had shattered causing her to return to her elf form. "Wonder what kinds of things the trolls here eat?" She said.
"Well, considering we are in Ashenvale," replied Flamehowl, "There are probably things like deer or birds. Both of which sound good, especially well cooked. Perhaps we could go hunting?"
"Sounds good, I suppose," Gurka shrugged, "As long as we don't let anything go to waste, hunting is a fine activity..." She paused, spotting a blood elf leaning against one of the huts. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing at the figure. "I didn't notice her before... Was she here when we got here?"
"I think she came with us," he replied. "I think I remember her from the Crossroads."
"She is fine, if she wants to spend some time by herself let her," Nightbane snapped.
"Yeah, yeah, I will," Gurka nodded, holding her hands up defensively at Nightbane. "I was just curious. Thought it was a little odd to see a blood elf standing around in a village that obviously has such a problem with elves, and I was curious who she was. I'm not gonna go confront her or anything..." she added with a slight chuckle.
"I wonder what she'll do if a troll confronts her..." he said, chuckling slightly.
"Even as numb as I am now he would still have to resist my teeth," the worg growled.
"Oh, I have no doubt she could take care of herself. I just want to see an expression of surprise on a troll," Flamehowl replied with a wicked grin.
"Heh, hopefully we won't have that problem," Gurka chuckled quietly at the thought of Nightbane attacking Ja'kala. "She's a blood elf, and while I doubt they're really friendly with them, it seems more like the have a special reason for hating night elves in particular, not just elves in general."
"So I have heard; I don't quite understand it all. The sisters were rather hesitant on speaking of it and I would not press them for information," she said, whipping her tail about.
"Yeah, I wasn't totally clear on what happened," Gurka shrugged. "I gathered that a bunch of Shatterspear trolls were killed by night elves at some point in the past, but just since my people came through the portal there have been five major wars... c'mon, everyone's lost people..." she paused, regretting her choice of words a little. She was supposed to be compassionate, after all, but she had a great deal of difficulty in feeling any sympathy for one as hateful and bitter as that troll. "Well, I shouldn't say that..." she added. ”People take loss in different ways... and there's lots of people who are still hateful because of the wars. I dunno, I guess I just find pointless hate to be a waste of precious energy and life."
Illia could only hear bits and pieces of thier conversation. "What are you talking about?" She asked opening her eyes and looking over at the group.
"Genocide and prejudice," the worg said bluntly.
"Mmm... yes. So, who exactly are you?" Flamehowl asked the Blood Elf.
"Ilia. Haven't I told you that already?" She said.
"Not at all. 'Course, I've only been with this group for less than 24 hours..." he mentioned with a slight pause.
"He clearly does not have the best memory," Nightbane said, giving Flamehowl a dirty look.
"What?" he asked, staring Nightbane.
Nightbane snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Wait... Illia?" Gurka asked, quite confused. "I thought that... you... you look... uh..." she stopped, tripping over her words.
"Wait... weren't you an undead? Why are you a Blood Elf now?"
"Of course I'm undead," She said, raising her hand to show them, but then saw that it was no longer decaying. She looked down at the rest of her body and swore. "That gem was supposed to last longer," She muttered then looked back up the group. "I guess I have some explaining to do," She said as she tried to think of how to explain.
"No pressure," Gurka assured, trying to point out that she wasn't angry or suspicious. "I'm just a little confused."
Flamehowl nodded in agreement. He was surprised, but was willing to give the benefit of the doubt.
Ga'Crane exited the tent, holding Zezi's hand. After looking around he noticed their companions - and another elf? "So dat's wha joo din't wanna take dat potion right where Ah could see joo... Mon, Ah begin to think Ah cannot leave joor lot for a minute before joo get joorselves in trouble."
"The reason I hide in that undead form is because it is difficult to openly practice my faith as an elf. As an undead it's easier to enter the churches of shadow with out raising suspicion," Illia explained, "But I guess there is no reason to hide any longer since you all know now." She turned to towards the troll, "Yes that's true. The potion wouldn't have worked if I was truly dead."
"You don't have to worry about us judging you," Gurka replied, doing her best to give a reassuring smile, "Your faith is your own business and none of us have any business judging you for it. You don't have to keep secrets."
"Anyone who griefs you does so at the risk of having their throat torn out," Nightbane said flatly from Vashadya's arms.
"What ever happened to the fluffy pup I knew...?” Star-Pelt grumbled.
"I'm wondering that myself..." Flamehowl muttered to him.
Vashadya smiled towards Ilia, "no one here really minds what you practice, so long as your intentions are good we have no quarrel, whether you practice shadow magic or not nor what race you are will change that," she said, still slightly surprised at the sudden change. She turned back to the others, "nor will I judge the trolls here that much, not even that Ja'kala fellow, I heard what happened here so I can see why they would hate my people, still makes me a little sad, though, to see how that incident has lead to discrimination," she added.
Nightbane whined slightly, "Vashadya, we are just standing here."
Vashadya grinned, "Fine, maybe we could visit the lake then, I hear it is really nice, and seeing as someone is complaining," the night elf teased, grinning slightly.
Nightbane sighed and hung limp in her arms.
Vashadya looked down at the worgen, "what are you looking so down about? You get luxury treatment, being carried around," she said with a grin, "so, do you want to head to the lake or not?" she asked.
Nightbane shook her head and groaned quietly, "What ever you choose."
"Yeah, I'd like to go to the lake..." Gurka smiled. "I've always liked the water."
"Then let's go," Vashadya said, leading the way.
"Alright," Gurka nodded, hefting her pack over her shoulder and following.
Vashadya walked along, carrying Nightbane. "Hey, maybe we could go for a swim," she suggested as they approached the lake.
"Sounds good," Gurka smiled. "So... Are we sleeping here, or do we have another plan for lodging?"
"No idea, I don't really mind either way," she replied.
"Eh... I guess we'll figure something out by nightfall..." Gurka shrugged as they walked up to the lake.
Vashadya nodded, her eyes scanned the lakeside for a nice place to relax at. "There looks nice," she commented, gesturing to an empty patch of the shore, several trees grew around it making it a kind of clearing. "Hopefully we won't be disturbed by any of the trolls here, I would rather have a chance to relax without having to worry about them getting annoyed by my presence," she added, slowly making her way towards the area.
The troll followed the group, deciding to postpone his current questions - unless Zezi decided to go for it first, of course. 'Well, looks like I'm gonna see something spectacular, har har.'
"Looks good," Gurka grinned, walking over to the lakeside and setting her pack down. "I think I'm gonna do some swimming, if you don't mind," she added, taking a moment to strip down to her underclothes before diving into the water.
Illia sat down on the shore as her shadow fiend hopped out of her shadow and stopped in front of her. "Did you get it?" She asked and the fiend shook side to side. "I guess I'll have to go there myself. But it doesn't matter right now," She said letting the fiend jump back into her shadow before she returned her view to the lake.
"I'mma go swimmin too," Zezi said quickly throwing off almost all her clothes but her underwear and rushing into the lake.
Vashadya lay Nightbane down gently, the elf then proceeded to remove her robes and other posses
Nightbane looked about warily to see if anyone else was paying and called out to Ga'Crane, "Ga'Crane. Here."
The troll was sitting on the shore looking in the sky, and he was so deep inside his own thoughts that it took some time for him to react, "Hm-m-m? Ah, Nightbane, sup?"
Nightbane looked about one more time then muttered into the dirt, "Thank you."
Again, Ga'Crane remained silent for a while. When he had told Star-Pelt it was nothing special, he really meant it, and as such felt he did not fully deserve a thank. 'Heh, I even made them buy the reagents...' "Joor welcome, Ah guess. Ah 'ope da anesthetic's side-effects are weain' out, ain't dey?" the potion doc queried.
Nightbane flipped her ears about, "Well enough...I owe you now. Neither death nor dishonor shall dissuade me."
'Oh, bugger...' Ga’Crane suppressed any facial expression that gave away his thoughts, "Joo know wha', Ah think dat a mere knowledge dat joo would do da same for me pretty much covers it, really."
Nightbane merely gave him a stern glance.
Ga'Crane rolled his eyes, gave Nightbane a quick wink and a smile and then sighed with a stone-face.
Star-Pelt phased the moonstone up to Ga'Crane, "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into.”
"Do tell me," - smiled Ga'Crane, lying on the ground and folding his hands behind his head.
"She has a one track mind on killing her target, and now not only has she stopped to help Zezi to Shatterspear, but now is bound to your will. She is too stubborn to leave you alone, and the very existence of her target will put her on edge. She won't leave you, and she won't forget her vengeance," the guardian explained.
'Double bugger.' "A-ha... So, is dere a way to free 'er from dis self-inflicted debt?" Ga’Crane asked cautiously.
"Not particularly, unless you find yourself in the same circumstances as she was. Particularly, unable to regenerate your particularly ugly and cursed wounds, and not many around who can help,” Star-Pelt stated in a rather professional tone.
Ga'Crane's smile faded away, "It was either dat or letting 'er suffer... Did Ah 'ave a choice?" - He sighed - "Joo know, some advice would come 'andy right now."
"Welcome her company? She doesn't talk much, she won't nag you like most women and will tear the throat out of those who you ask her to," Star-Pelt suggested with a non-existent shrug.
"Dat's da point - Ah'm not actually throat-rippin' kinda person... Fine, Ah guess Ah'll watch over 'er for 'er own good," he muttered, 'Hey, Loa, are you planning to make me a good family troll the hard way?'
"Thank you Ga'crane... Now tell me, you have a strong knowledge of alchemy, what could you do with a nigh infinite supply of materials?" the guardian proposed.
"To begin with, Ah'd work on da known concoctions to try and remove side-effects... unless someone employed me with somethin' more particular, of course," the troll looked over at the moonstone.
Star-Pelt would have nodded if he had a head, "I was thinking of an Adder's Tongue, King's Blood nectar mixture, with mana wyrm scales as a catalyst. I have the materials if you would be willing to be my hands."
"Hm-m-m... Kingsblood is generally used as an enhancer, while Adder's Tongue affects one's dexterity and reaction... In right proportions with mana wyrm scales, dat would provide us with a possibility to chain-weave several arcane spells in a row... Interesting." - murmured Ga'Crane, doing his best to concentrate on alchemy rather than looking at his smimming companions - not as easy as it sounds.
Star-Pelt made a slight slit in reality, "Within is my private sanctum, I have had heavily re-enforced it with many spells, the ingredients should be fine."
Nightbane stood, feeling stronger and not half as numb. She caught sight of the rift, ‘Now what is he up to?’ she thought foul temperedly.
Ga'Crane hesitated for a second, "Only if dere is a way to observe what's 'appenin' here and a way to quickly return 'ere if somethin' goes wrong."
"You can look back through the rift, not to mention I can sense if anything happens. It's part of being dead," Star-Pelt insisted.
Nightbane crept closer quietly.
"Ah've seen living with less personality dan joo... Fine," - said the troll, in one smooth - at least, his ego told him it was smooth - movement standing up and stepping through the rift. "Wow," - he said, trying to fight the sudden dizzyness and take a good look at his surroundings.
Star-Pelt rolled himself into his den, bouncing on the warm obsidian floor. A fireplace roared endlessly in its fireplace. With no sign of artificial lighting, the place was well lit. "Ah, just how I left it," the guardian mused.
"Left what, exactly? Where is dis place?" Ga’Crane asked.
"It's rather hard to describe, effectively it's a hole in reality, curtailed to my preferences," he said before continuing to roll towards his kitchen, "This way."
Nightbane stepped in quietly, doing her best to keep her claws from clacking on the stone floor.
Ga'Crane turned around to check if the rift indeed allowed him to watch what was going on back in the Shatterspear. "Whoa," - he said, almost bumping into Nightbane.
Nightbane yelped, and then yielded, "I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"Ga'Crane, here" Star-Pelt called in front of a door in the kitchen.
"Are joo supposed to be?" - The troll raised his eyebrow, before replying to Star-Pelt - "Comin'!"
Nightbane branched away from the two and began to investigate the sanctum, finding things disturbingly convenient for her. She growled to herself as she moved. She pushed her way into a room, again finding things unusually easy to manage; the priestess took the opportunity and dropped onto all fours. She looked around the room finding a bed, and a desk, unusually simple for the superfluous design of the rest of the Sanctum. Nightbane shook her head, approaching a desk that was eye level, even though she hadn't realized it. A glass lay on top of it. She peered at it curiously. ‘Mother?’ Her thought went unanswered. The glass held an image of a worgen woman with blond fur. She seemed to be smiling, if a little troubled. After a moment of staring Nightbane backed up and turned tail to the room, fed up and growling to herself.
"In here are the non-cooking related ingredients, everything could need should be in here. Don't get lost," the guardian advised.
"What if Ah do?" - asked Ga'Crane, slightly worrying about Nightbane. That didn't prevent him from scanning the kitchen for the tools he might need - of course, he could do perfectly fine with what he had in his satchels, but that was made for field conditions and therefore not entirely ergonomic.
"Simply I have to find you again, I'm not established with you mentally, nor do I have your scent. Simply takes longer," he explained, seemingly from nowhere.
"Ah, no problem den," - muttered the troll, already deep into his work. Right now he was madly scribbling on a piece of parchment, sometimes letting out something on the lines of - "...cubed..." or "...yeah, convergent, absolutely..." The potion doc began preparing the reagents. He had to insert some major chages in the formulas because of the supply - not that it was hardly possible to have enough of Adder's Tongue, Kingsblood and mana wyrm scales at the same time, it was just rarely practiced. Ga'Crane hoped he would have finished in half an hour, but he was unsure about that.
"Shall we let it settle then?" the guardian asked.
"Yeah, Ah guess we 'ave at least an 'our," - replied Ga'Crane, stepping back from a cauldron. Humming to himself, he took out his staff from his larger-on-the-inside satchel, placed it in the liquid and mumbled something, causing the staff to stir the soon-to-be potion all by itself, "Ah may not be talented in arcane, but at least Ah know some tricks dat make a potion doc' life easier."
"We make do how we can, While were here we should cook some food for the others, perhaps they are hungry, care for something Nightbane?" Star-Pelt said as she wandered in, the priestess jumping at the sound of his voice. She merely grunted.
"Any special offers for da chef?" – the troll chuckled.
"Hmm, I don't think it would be right to scare them with anything too spectacular. Moongraze stag should be good, there is one or two in that cabinet there, a stew perhaps," Star-Pelt suggested.
"Do joo by any chance have some spices? ’Cause all dat Ah got 'as some... properties, Ah think dat's da word," - said Ga'Crane, taking a knife and a fork and beginning to cook.
Star-Pelt laughed as he rolled back into the kitchen, "Open a drawer, and keep pulling, I have more spices, ingredients, recipies, and cooking supplies than you could ever imagine."
Nightbane followed quietly, wondering how Ga'Crane managed to pull a whole, stag out of a cabinet.
"And twice dat much modesty, eh?" - laughed Ga'Crane, taking out a vial with orange liquid. "Prepare joorselves, mortals, to witness da ultimate cookin' experience!" - He did his best to say this in a malefic, dramatic, dark voice, before downing the potion. After that, the troll began moving so fast his motions were but a blur accompanied by thuds, clacks and various other sounds. Three minutes later, a lightly-spiced mixture of meat and potatoes cut into small bricks was being fried on a wide pan. The troll took a careful step back - and dropped to his knees. "No-o-o-o-o-ow we-e-e-e-e-e ha-a-a-a-a-ave to-o-o-o-o wa-a-a-ait," - he moaned slowly.
"It is the fruits of my proffesion, how can I not gloat over my life's accomplishment?" he laughed.
Nightbane shook her head, not quite able to wrap her mind around it.
Ga'Crane tried to stand up, but in vain. To make matters worse, he tripped over his own feet and fell on Nightbane.
Nightbane yelped and scrambled away as Ga'Crane's tusk punctured her hind leg. "I'm sorry," she said, limping.
"Oh bugger..." Surprisingly enough, the moment Ga'Crane felt Nightbane's blood on his face, the after-effects of the potion seemed to be gone, 'Hurt your friends to heal yourself? F*ck the cure, I'm sticking to disease!' "Don't joo worry, Ah'll fix it right 'ere, right now..." - muttered Ga'Crane, shakily rising up and taking out several bandages, an antiseptic and a regeneration serum from his satchels. - "Nice and clean, good to go in fifteen minutes at most, no vital arteria harmed, cure applied immediately," - he murmured so quickly it was hard to recognise a word. Working faster than he hoped but slower than he wanted to, in two minutes Ga'Crane finished mending the wound. "Does it 'urt now?" - he asked, carefully backing away from the worgen.
"No, thank you," Nightbane murmured, looking up at him quietly.
"Well that's troll metabolism for you..." Star-Pelt mused.
"Da troll metabolism seems to fail when joo'd be da most wanting it to work." - grumbled Ga'Crane, sitting down on the table. Then the realisation struck him like a sledgehammer. - "Hold da phone... Did joo actually say "Ah'm sorry" when Ah fell on joo?" - He asked in shock.
"Yes. I was in the way." she said quietly, looking at him like she failed to understand the problem.
“In da way? Ah could 'ave broken mah skull on da floor were it not for joo!" - growled Ga'Crane with authority. Ga'Crane sighed, reminscing his talk with Nightbane back in the Crossroads' inn, where the two all but yelled at each other, 'It was a lot easier back then...' The troll got to his feet and came down to worgen, laying his hands on her shoulders, "Ah don't know what's gotten into joor head, but Ah don't like it. Ah want joo to know, dat joo did nothin' wrong, and while Ah don't think that self-inflicted debt of joors is fully justified, Ah really appreciate joor will to accompany me - for whatever reason." - he said quietly, looking in her eyes.
Nightbane nodded, "This is my choice, I know that you will not take payment for your deed, and I have nothing to give but my being. It would be dishonorable to do otherwise, and I have so little left I could not bear to forsake it."
Nightbane paused, "...The warlock Dag'Rema."
"Da warlock... Tell me about 'er strengths and weaknesses. Tell me where she can be found. Ah don't want to 'ear da backstory, Ah seek da way to help joo," Ga’Crane insisted.
"The witch was one of the most powerful warlocks at the time of Deathwings fall, and she's lurking somewhere in outland. I know not her powers, but I will tear out her throat and give her the mercy she deserves not!" she snarled, gritting her teeth so harshly she cut her mouth.
Ga'Crane absent-mindedly took out another bandage and carefully wiped blood from Nightbane's mouth, "Surely joo're not going to do dis alone, are joo? If dat witch is what joo describe, Ah'm sure more dan one seeks 'er demise. 'Ave joo tried contacting others - blood knights of da Silvermoon, for example?"
"I will do this myself if I must...” Nightbane growled, and then paused, “and why would the blood elves care?"
"Oh Ah don't know, maybe because since da re-ignition of da Sunwell dem blood knights 'ave reformed enough to care just because Dag'rema brought many evil unto dis world, eh?" - asked Ga sarcastically.
"I severely doubt the quel'dorie have any concerns beyond their own... In the end I must face her myself," she sighed.
"Won't work dis way. And do joo know why? Because Ah'm not letting joo. Ah'd rather go to da Outlands meself with joo. Going against her all alone is stubborn and vain and stupid, and joo know it," the potion doc said with determination.
The priestess’ ears flattened, "You would do that?"
"If Ah make sure dat Zezi is safe, den yes. After all, she needs a good teacher, and Ah'll probably just mess everythin' up if Ah stay," Ga’Crane chuckled to himself.
"Do not doubt yourself; the virtues of your character are greater than you assume they are. Regardless, we would be wise to check on the others," she stated flatly.
Ga'Crane chuckled quietly, trying to hide that he was actually touched by the compliment. "Yeah, dey're probably 'ungry by now! Grab da crockery, please," - he said, fetching the meal and stepping out of the rift.
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