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It was the next morning; if ‘morning’ was a
thing that could be attributed to such an unearthly place.
“That was
you?!”
Theluin smiled modestly at the flabbergasted Draenei
Ambassador. “After a fashion.”
The Ambassador blinked, clearly struggling
to regain his usual composure. “Surely you must have had a score of warriors
accompanying you – that Citadel is the epitome of lethality!”
“Actually,
t’was jus’ th’ three of us,” Eleazar interjected lightly. “Danath Trollbane
wanted a scouting mission, an’ that’s what we went in ta do … an’ then it kinda
got outta hand.”
The Ambassador looked back and forth between the Priest
and the Paladin with a new, tremendous respect in his luminescent eyes. “… I do
not think there are enough words in any language on Azeroth nor Draenor to
properly express what a fate-defying deed it truly is that you have been part
of,” he finally said in a quiet but resonant voice. “The Citadel is the dark
heart of all of my kin’s sufferings in this shattered land’s past. To think that
we are so much closer to finally wiping its twisted countenance from our
present, and all thanks to you …!”
“There is still a lot left to do,
Ambassador,” Theluin remarked with gentle urgency. “The Bladefist chief still
lives, as does the pit lord chained in the Citadel’s depths.”
The
Ambassador nodded soberly. “Nevertheless, we and our Alliance comrades are now
in a position of opportunity that hasn’t been seen in years.” He bowed smoothly
to the Moon Priest, who returned the gesture graciously. “You are truly
exemplars of your kind.”
As if on cue, Tuan chose that moment to emerge
from the temple’s interior, hustling down the broad stairs with backpack slung
over her shoulder. She glanced up, spotted the Ambassador, and threw a sloppy
salute with a lopsided smirk. The Draenei merely smiled in return, and inclined
his head politely. Somehow, it had become a collective, unspoken agreement not
to make any overt mentions of the she-rogue’s reckless but indubitable
prowess.
