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"I much prefer magic or land travel to the other travel methods, honestly. Now if we had trams like the dwarves or trains like the Iron Horde, that would be interesting," Surrana stated before ordering. A simple order of seafood pasta, a human creation as Surrana understood, and a glass of wine...

Surrana nodded, not seeming overly surprised. It wasn't Thalassian, of that she was certain. "Draconic or Darnassian would be my guess, but either way it's gorgeous," the woman stated, continuing to smile at the other elf. "I wonder if it would fit in one of my hidden sheathes," she wondered...

Holding the dagger gently aloft, Surrana was entranced. It was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, although the origin was beyond her knowledge. Impractical, but oh so pretty. An ornamental piece, something she could display proudly. Her vibrant green eyes alighted on the other elf quickly...

The woman felt her smile return full force as relief flooded her body. She hoped it wasn't too obvious. "Ah, that's good to hear. I hope it wasn't too much trouble; misunderstandings with him tend to be quite, well, dramatic I suppose is the best term. I respect the man, but he does enjoy a...

Surrana easily chuckled at the boy's response. She knew, realistically as a Blood Knight and overprotective friend, she should disapprove of his less than legal activities. But it gave him such great joy, and she wanted Daerus to be happy.   She watched curiously as he pulled out the parcel...

Surrana chuckled as she motioned for him to sit, following behind him. It really did feel like years. It hadn't been years, had it...? No, Surrana concluded, just a few months. A few, long, tiring months.  "The 'paladin-y' thing goes well, so far. The training is so heavily regimented I swear...

Surrana's instincts kicked in as she sense someone approaching her at her table. Thinking it might be one of the servers, she looked up only to see Daerus approaching. She moved faster than even she thought possible as she launched out of her chair, striding over to quickly envelop the young man...

Despite the gloomy, overcast skies above, Dalaran remained as busy and crowded as always, despite the Legion threat. Selarion stared out the window of the small restaurant, reminiscing. He had done a considerable amount of his magical education in this city, albeit when it was more than just the...

Corec quirked his brow in thought. Pillar of support, an interesting turn of phrase for it. "Hmm. Well, my brother has handled worse in his time than unstable friendships. I suppose, for now, it will be up to his discretion. Although I will certainly be keeping an eye on things," Corec teased...

Sea salt and everblossom trees made for an interesting, wonderful mixture of aromas. The bar was open to the elements, all wide arches and curtains, with a glass ceiling letting in even more sunlight, albeit tinged with red from the stained glass in the style of the blood elves. Close to the...

The paladin sighed, nodding. He had expected as much, but it was no less a disappointment for his queries to end in such a dead end. He could admit, at least to himself, that he did not trust in the stability of his mind enough to take the risk. Not when the loss of his sanity or his life would...

The elf rolled his eyes good-naturedly, a smile on his face. "Oh, Belore, isn't that the question," Belenar replied. "The nobility aren't... Well. They're more or less obsolete. Currently, at least. The Scourge saw to that," the elf muttered. The elf practically curled like a cat into his...

Corec chuckled darkly, in a sense of morbid humour. "You have a fair point, Vellys, I do rather like my sword. And it has been... so very long since I traded in the robes and staff of that divine office..." he practically whispered, his expression thoughtful yet almost pained.  Mother had...

"Precisely, although doing magic for the sheer pleasure of doing magic is a bonus to the position," Belenar stated, his eyes gaining a happy glint as he smiled in response. "The Magisterium is the epitome of Silvermoon politics, it's always been an important focal point. Besides the king and the...

The elf felt himself gasp; a quick, quiet slip of air through his lips. The shadow dancing along Jocryn's arms weaved through his fingers as they rested on the other man's arms. It was a strange sensation, cool to the touch without being cold. It was an almost welcoming feeling, in the most...

The young mage smiled in understanding. Slow to anger wasn't necessarily a bad trait, but one he found to be uncommon in humans. Eidric got frustrated and angry if Avaric forgot to do some chore or another. Avaric got angry in general. Usually in private; the man had a great public facade. Such...

The man nodded his head, as if in understanding. He believed he had an idea of what Vellys was attempting to convey.  She wasn't trying to convey doubt in Corec's capability, of that the paladin was sure, it was not her style. To anyone who did not the woman's quirks, they may have read it as...

Belenar stuck his tongue out at the man, teasingly, like a child. This was followed quickly by a pout as Vanalie took his glass away from him. "Needlessly cruel," he sing-songed in Thalassian, which only Avaric could understand as far as Belenar was aware. The man in question chuckled slightly...

The blood knight felt his mouth open slightly, in mild shock. He had a suspicion as to who Vellys chose as her patron. But he had never been sure as to if he wanted those suspicions confirmed. It... was a lot to take in.  "I have a vague memory of it, from my days in the Priesthood. But...

The elf knew he needed to slow down on the wine. The deep, rich red liquid was a strong vintage. The floral and woodsy hints gave him a feeling that the wine was Darnassian in origin. And the kal'dorei rarely messed about with their wines, much stronger than most human vintners were willing to...