Verdal wondered into the inn, trying his hardest not too stare at these mercenaries. He caught sight of one draenei; huge in stature, compared the few others of his race that were around. His long hair tied high rather neatly diminishing any barbaric characteristics Verdal assumed. For a moment, they glances clashes, but Verdal was relieved to find that wasn't the case and happy to run into the company of Vanisma and her friend.
Vanisma welcomed him with a smile, "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Yes, I did thankfully. This war is about to reach a turning point, I feel," Verdal smiled as he bend down and place a comforting hand on Kileesa.
Vanisma was rather speechless. One of, if not the biggest enemy of the night elves would be removed from their home. With the Horde gone, the sentinels could focus on eliminating the Burning Legions remaining factions. She was glad to hear it was only a matter of time now.
Verdal and Vanisma soon parted ways with Sentinel Everbloom. They decided to eat before heading to bed before dawn. Kileesa usually fended for herself on most nights, and tonight was no different.
Verdal otherwise couldn't focus. He knew tomorrow was going to be the bringer of some activity when it came to removing the orcs from their home. He prepared his bow and arrows as soon as dinner was over, prepared to get up early and head to the Silverwing Grove in hope of join an assault.
Unfortunately, the next evening didn't come fast enough for Verdal. The day dragged on while he slept, and he'll often wake up to find the sun had barely moved and go back to sleep in slight frustration. At last the setting sun came, which seemed to be a slightly more red in colour, perhaps signifying the night to come…
From Astranaar, Verdal hired a hippogryph to fly him to the night elf base of called Forest Song. Indeed, this was a simple Silverwing camp, allowing for sentinels to replenish their strength, tend to wounds, sharpen their blades and toughen their armour. Now it was becoming a small settlement for the draenei and a base for the members of the Dead of Winter.
As Verdal flew in he could see the commotion; sentinels, scouts, druids, wardens were all over the place, all branding the Silvering Wing tabards. And then there were the mercenaries all huddled in their camp. Verdal recognised a few of the Dead of Winter night elves among them.
Verdal was rather excited. He's never seen other races or these druids in combat before. What were their techniques? And with these druids, what spells did they rely on? Verdal couldn't remember the last time he was this worked up.
Among the numbers, Verdal tried to find his way to someone with status to report to; ideally Luciel Starwhisper…