Away from Vol'Jin's rebellion, Talia returned home to Silvermoon City. Word was that she had to inspect a Night Elf early the next day. With the Alliance and Horde making a truce, Talia had to obey her orders. As a High Elf, Talia was thought highly of and well respected in Silvermoon and her name was known across Azeroth. Before making her way to her chamber in the Silvermoon City Inn, she reported to the blacksmith in order to repair her war torn armour.
"Greetings Lady Talia, what can I assist you with?" the blacksmith almost bowed down before Talia, she raised her eyebrow "There's no need to bow before me, I'd just like my armour repairing for tomorrow". Although Talia was a High Elf, she remained humble to those in her home city. She slipped off her glowing aqua mantle that had elegant dragons carved amongst scuffed cherry wood, then laid it onto the blacksmiths table. "Is that all you need repairing my Lady?". Her face softened as she slipped off her soft cloth hand-wraps and unbuckled her cuffs. "I'll be back shortly with my robe". She summoned her gleaming Hearthsteed and mounted up then swiftly rode to the inn. As she dismounted, Jaziro, the champion of Silvermoon was slowly approaching her. Jaziro had always attempted to gain Talia's affection though he never succeeded. Talia was incredibly driven to serve the Warchief, though she had betrayed him as she joined the rebellion against him.
Talia's head tilted with her eyebrows raised "Listen here, I am not interested in any of your pretentious arrogance, so please, leave me alone like I've asked a million times before." Jaziro's body squirmed with an awkward shudder and his eyebrows drooped. His smirk fell from his face. A sudden wave of confidence sprouted. "Oh but Lady Talia, you know your parents love me and they are in agreement with mine that we shall marry". Her face hardened with red rage "what part of 'I'm not interested' did you not understand? You my friend are no champion and are not worthy to be worshipped by the good people of Silvermoon, so take your pathetic war horse and leave this city or Vol'Jin will send you down before Garrosh!". Talia's eyes burned with anger, she paced into the Inn and set herself on a golden bar stool.
She faced the bartender with a stiff look on her face "The strongest beverage you've got when you're ready sir!". After drowning her sorrows in Silvermoons finest wine, Talia stumbled to her chamber then wrestled with her robe as she tried to take it off remembering she had to take it to the blacksmith. Standing in just her underwear a hand maid approached. "Can I assist you my Lady?" Talia reached for the vibrant rouge silken sheet to wrap around her body. "Would you be ever so kind and take my robe to the blacksmith in The Walk Of Elders please? My Hearthsteed is outside, take him with you to make your journey easier". Talia half smiled at the hand maid as she started to realise she was incredibly tipsy. The hand maid picked up the heavy elegant robe up off the floor and started to fold it neatly as she mindlessly exited the chamber. Talia caught glimpse of a sturdy mirror edged in gold and shuffled towards it still wrapped in the silk sheet. As she walked slowly towards the mirror her long narrow feet got tangled in the sheet and made her slip and land on the floor. Her eyebrows drooped and crystal tears trickled down her glowing cheeks. As she sobbed she muttered "I'm sorry Garrosh" in a comatose like state. She slumped her body on to the marble floor and her green eyes fluttered shut.