He felt so much older now. Even his look seemed old. In the window he saw another man's face. One what was paler and less defined than it once was, or one that has seen war. Bandages still covered his entire torso which undoubtedly covered a horrific scar. But as soon as thoughts about that time stared to seep into the young elf's mind he quickly banished them knowing what he would remember from that nightmare. Instead he continued to concentrate on his face, which still had the glowing green eyes from a time where corrupted magic flowed through his veins. The restoration of the Sunwell did not seem to lift him of that scar. Other than his eyes he looked frailer than he had been before and his hair was almost stark white now.
"Rudaro?" came an angelic voice from the doorway behind him.
Rudaro turned to it and saw a pleasant face, "Caireen, what a pleasure it is to see you,"
The woman blessed by the Light moved into the room with such grace and tranquility that anyone who set eyes on her could only but stop and watch. Her golden hair seemed to shine Light's very radiance and her eye's held some of the once predominant blue color in them. This proved that the Light had chosen to cleanse some of her sin away and let her shine as she once did, "Yes, I had heard you had finally awoken,"
Rudaro sensed much concern in her voice and smiled, "You have come to visit me often haven't you," Caireen was always like that with me, like a sister by blood, always worrying for my well being.
"Most of us have," she looked around the room as if expecting someone to be there, "I'm actually quite surprised Herios isn't here,"
Rudaro chuckled as he spoke, "Actually it's just like him not to be here. Showing such weakness as an orc would be like a sin to them. Plus we both know he truly hasn't gone that soft on us yet," Caireen attempted a smile but one did not come into being, "I feel fine Caireen. You don't have to worry about me anymore. The war is over and the Lich King is dead,"
"You should know very well that it isn't that simple little one," Rudaro simply glanced at Caireen waiting for her to continue, "While you were asleep the Death Aspect, Deathwing, has broken his chains in the plane of earth and wreaked havoc upon Azeroth. Even now the Dragon Aspects and Earthen Ring fight off his minions,"
"So what of Thrall? What course does he wish the Horde to take?" Rudaro asked.
"Thrall is no longer Warchief of the Horde. Hellscream is,"
"What!? That warmongering fool now rules the Horde? Did he…"
Caireen stopped him with her silence, then when things quieted she continued, "Thrall chose Hellscream himself. It is not for us to question our fellow ally's decision. But Hellscream did prove quite a bit during the Icecrown Champaign and Thrall saw this, so when he stepped down as Warchief it was only logical for Hellsceam to take his place,"
Rudaro sat back in his bed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "We both know Thrall is not a logical man. He is a man of wisdom. And it would be wiser of him, if he were to step down, to choose Vol'jin or Cairn Bloodhoof to take his place,"
"Cairn is dead, and Vol'jin was banished from Orgrimmar,"
"Caireen, how long have I been asleep exactly?" Rudaro asked now being the one who was concerned.
Caireen shook her head and broke her gaze on Rudaro out of shame, "I'm sorry Rudaro, but I have wasted too much time on this as it is. You do realize where you have been recovering yes?"
Rudaro looked around at the scenery of his room. The brightly covered drapes over the stain glass windows, the arcane lit lanterns, and the glow of the setting sun outside gave away the location to him, "Silvermoon, my home,"
Caireen's look of shame seemed to increase as he said those words. So much though that she turned away from him and started to walk out of the room while saying, "Then you know that now that you're awake I can no longer protect you. You have by sunrise to leave the city," before she turned the corner she stopped and looked at something beyond Rudaro's eyesight with dutiful eyes. Then before leaving she turned to Rudaro once more and said, "I will act as if you snuck out during the night my apprentice," she then face the unseen object again and bowed politely at it before leaving.
Rudaro simply sat and waited for the person, or so he figured, to show itself. He stared at the doorway as the evening sun set and the light through his window cast shadows that almost danced within his room. Eventually the shadows seemed to form into a large brutish shape, one that sent shivers down Rudaro's spine, "Who's there,"
The shadow moved toward him and stopped at the foot of his bed, revealing itself, "Your savior," said the dark skinned orc, "Herios Wolfstride,"
