06-10-2017, 12:12 AM
Vereesa offers a warm smile to Gil. "I'm glad. It took me a bit to adapt that magic to my own style when Sylvanas tried to teach me. I'm impressed that you picked it up so quickly! I have no doubt it will come in handy today." She turns to Rai and her smile dims just a tad. "I'm glad to hear your partnership has been mutually beneficial. I think you're people will need positive examples like you, especially after what my people see here today. Let's hope it keeps paying off, yes?"
Rai nods nervously. "Th-thank you," is all he could muster.
"A pleasure," Rhonin says to the troll. "Vel mentioned you when you stopped by Dalaran. Seems we're gathering all sorts of unusual allies lately, eh?" He holds out a hand to the kid, who flinches a little bit at the gesture. Rhonin pulls back his hand. "Yeah, well... stick with us and we'll make sure you get out of here alright, got it?"
"You've got that right," Galadin says as he throws an arm around the troll. In that moment, the look in Rai's eyes was akin to what one would expect a man looking at his own death would have. "Don't worry, Rai, ol' buddy ol' pal, you're in safe hands. I'll have you know my brother Gir here killed three skeletons this morning, all on his own. Three!"
"Wow, that is impressive, boys," Lirath says. "Well done."
"Yeah, well done indeed," Rhonin says, a sneer forming across his face, "Though Galadin... I'm more than a little curious as to how many you managed to take down."
Galadin freezes for a second, brushing a long strand of curly hair from his face. "I, uh, well, you see, Dad, I was... I was helping Giramar! Honestly, I did most of the work. He just got lucky and landed the finishing blow, you see," Galadin says. Giramar crosses his arms and gives him a sideways look. "We make a pretty killer team, though, him and me. You shoulda seen it, Dad!"
Everyone laughs.
"I'm sure you were the very portrait of valor," a new voice says as Turalyon and Alleria move towards the group. Alleria's eyes alternate between burning a hole into Rai's soul and watching the jungle around, awaiting and anticipating ambush. Thas'dorah hangs loosely in her hand, ready to knock an arrow at any moment. Turalyon wears a somber smile, thoughts plainly focused on the fate of his missing son. The shattered Blade of Stormwind firmly planted on his back, he regards the rest of his family. "I trust you are all as well-rested as you can be in a place and time like this? The humidity can be hellish, but with luck and a bit of Light's courage, we will be on our way home before sundown. With Arator in tow."
Rai nods nervously. "Th-thank you," is all he could muster.
"A pleasure," Rhonin says to the troll. "Vel mentioned you when you stopped by Dalaran. Seems we're gathering all sorts of unusual allies lately, eh?" He holds out a hand to the kid, who flinches a little bit at the gesture. Rhonin pulls back his hand. "Yeah, well... stick with us and we'll make sure you get out of here alright, got it?"
"You've got that right," Galadin says as he throws an arm around the troll. In that moment, the look in Rai's eyes was akin to what one would expect a man looking at his own death would have. "Don't worry, Rai, ol' buddy ol' pal, you're in safe hands. I'll have you know my brother Gir here killed three skeletons this morning, all on his own. Three!"
"Wow, that is impressive, boys," Lirath says. "Well done."
"Yeah, well done indeed," Rhonin says, a sneer forming across his face, "Though Galadin... I'm more than a little curious as to how many you managed to take down."
Galadin freezes for a second, brushing a long strand of curly hair from his face. "I, uh, well, you see, Dad, I was... I was helping Giramar! Honestly, I did most of the work. He just got lucky and landed the finishing blow, you see," Galadin says. Giramar crosses his arms and gives him a sideways look. "We make a pretty killer team, though, him and me. You shoulda seen it, Dad!"
Everyone laughs.
"I'm sure you were the very portrait of valor," a new voice says as Turalyon and Alleria move towards the group. Alleria's eyes alternate between burning a hole into Rai's soul and watching the jungle around, awaiting and anticipating ambush. Thas'dorah hangs loosely in her hand, ready to knock an arrow at any moment. Turalyon wears a somber smile, thoughts plainly focused on the fate of his missing son. The shattered Blade of Stormwind firmly planted on his back, he regards the rest of his family. "I trust you are all as well-rested as you can be in a place and time like this? The humidity can be hellish, but with luck and a bit of Light's courage, we will be on our way home before sundown. With Arator in tow."