"I hope you understand, general, that whatever your operation against the Alliance, the Sha'tar shall not be involved." A'dal's voice chimed musically, with a plainly sorrowful note to it.
"I understand, A'dal. My men shall leave the city within the week." The Orcish general's voice was much harsher, and grated on the ears after the Narru's musical voice. Aetherius Sunwolf turned from the scene and into the pouring rain that fell outside the chamber. It wasn't long till everything but Aeth's oilcloth cloak was completely soaked through. Shaking some of the water from his long, graying hair, his pulled the hood up and leaned forward against the rain. It wasn't long till he had reached the elevator to the Aldor Rise.
"Name yourself, Blood Elf." The draenei's voice was calm, but with a note of hostility that faded when Aeth pulled his hood back to reveal his bug-eyed goggles that were his trademark. "Ah, Aeth. Where is Snowblind?"
"He doesn't abide with soaked fur when there's no mission." Aeth's voice took on a wry quality, "Besides, I don't think they'd understand his input at the meeting." The big blue man chuckled.
"Indeed. You will be going up?" A nod from Aeth had the middle-aged Farstrider whisked up the sheer cliff on a magical lift. He strode to a particular barracks, and was greeted at the door by a glaring Draenic girl.
"What?" She said in a thick Draenic accent. "You thought to not only slip out in the dead of night, but also to go on campaign without telling me?"
Aeth sighed. "Phyra, I—"
"No! Never again! I will not abide it any longer!" She stepped into the rain to glare at him close up. "No longer will you simply abandon me to go on crusades of vengeance, only to come bag to smiles and hugs. No more."
"Phyra, I have an oath to the Horde—"
She threw her hands up. "Oaths! Debts! You are obsessed with them! An oath to the Horde, a debt to House Dawnstrider, both to the Frostwolves! No more will I deal with you hiding behind those!"
"Phyra…I owe you a debt as well." Aeth said this in a near-whisper as Phyrallia's eyes widened and she fell silent. "You saved my life, when the rest of them condemned me, then nursed me back to health. You greeted me with a smile and a hug every time I returned to the Rise…I…I love you, Phyrallia."
A tear ran down the Huntress's face. "Then stay here, with me. Leave the pointless wars of vengeance, and fight for the Light."
The elder hunter shook his head. "I am a soldier of the Horde. I live, fight, and die…for the Horde. Farewell, Phyrallia." He turned on a feel and briskly walked off.
The last words he heard were, "I always loved you, Aetherius Sunwolf…Keeper of Oaths."