AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!

I remained steady as they stare me down.

"I have my own people to look after in Draenor if you haven't noticed. King Wrynn, as you already know, I am stretched as thin as I can possibly be with every other responsibility on my plate. I do not have time for this diplomatic mission that you are asking of me. I am sure there are hundreds if not thousands of other people who are able bodied and are actually mages who can agree or disagree with this dispute." The king tightened his armored hands into fists.

"It is your duty, General, to serve the Alliance. As a human General serving under Stor-" I feel my blood boil with rage, I do not take into account he is the king and yell, slamming my hands hard on the war table.

"I did not chose to be born who I am and you know that. I do not wish to take sides anymore. I fight for the meaning of peace not blood and prejudice. Pick someone else."

"That is the point, General Creed... there is no one else. I have tried but many have declined or do not meet the ideals between the horde and alliance. Your past... especially has a greater chance of us understanding the blood elves and making this ongoing dispute finally end. You understand more than anyone in Stormwind if not the whole alliance, that I know of, that has the most experience of dealing with both factions at one time. We considered you specifically as you are one of the most determined people I know who wishes for peace for everyone as deeply as Prophet Velen had."

I frowned and held back the small tears at the mention at the prophet... he was a good man; I wished I could have saved him at the battle with Ner'Zhul... I was glad to help kill the Iron Horde bastard.

"Then if you know that I want peace... what if war is to break out? I refuse to take sides anymore, King Wrynn. I will not be trapped in between two sides who both hold people I hold dearly again... I just can't take side, not again." King Wrynn held a stoic face and Khadgar nodded in thought.

"I see your worries. I will make you a deal. If war does break out and the conflict resumes, then you will be exempted from the hold of alliance affairs and may remain neutral as you wish." Khadgar looked as surprised at the King's words... he must be very desperate if he was actually offering what I think he was.

"Oh by the Light... what will I be doing?"

Khadgar and the King smiled in relief. I feel tricked.

"It is simple, keep an eye on the Sin'Dorei-"

"So... spying? No. I won't spy on them, those days are gone, King Wrynn." The king's face twisted in annoyance at my big mouth and Khadgar coughed to himself.

"Maybe I should explain, my King?" The king threw his hand in the air as if saying 'go on'.

"To put it simply, you are to be the onlooker on the Horde's side and they are sending an ambassador on their side to be our onlooker of the situation. Both ambassadors will report in the end and come to a conclusion to present to all the lords of the Horde and Alliance." Khadgar pointed out as he continued.

"Each ambassador is chosen very carefully, both must have to be exalted with the Kirin Tor, have a very particular experience with both parties, and understand the history behind the situation. There is to be no bias until everything is examined and seen through the minds of two new minds and opposite factions. The Council of Six is not helping because of bias and we are in our dispute at the moment with Jaina, Aethas, and Rommath." I nod slightly. This was another thorn in my side, first Outlands, then Arthas, then Deathwing, then Garrosh and the Iron Horde, now this issue again.

"For the sake of peace and the end of this fighting, by the Light... I have no choice but to accept." I leaned on the side of the table looking at the image of Northrend where Dalaran was.

"Where exactly where am I being stationed?" The king smiled down at me and moved a large finger on the map... at the very top the Eastern Kingdoms... Quel'Thalas.

"Silvermoon City. The Regent Lord looks forward to your arrival in a week if not sooner." I mentally glare at him, he knew I would accept...

'Bastard.'

"What of my people? My duty in Draenor? I am still at war with the Iron Horde, everyone is." The Archmage butted in,

"That is right, you will still be able to go to your garrison and continue your duties, especially now that the Iron Horde as of right now are quiet and calm for the time being. I have been informed that the Grand Magister has made a special hearthstone that will port you directly to Silvermoon City when you finish duties at Draenor." I felt a tick in my eyes.

"So I am to directly finish my duties in Draenor and hope that the Iron Horde don't attack, then get back into Silvermoon to solve a problem that no way involves me?" Khadgar smiled.

"Exactly. This issue shouldn't last very long." Apparently sarcasm isn't in his ridiculously pun filled vocabulary.

I sigh. Sure let's add more stress to my life, not like I had a small colony of people in a dangerous land to keep save and maneuver to help stop/destroy a dangerous multitude-legion of maniacs who want to rule the world of Azeroth. I am living the life.


**Eastern Kingdoms- Ironforge**

"HehehehHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I felt my brow twitch in annoyance as the auburn haired dwarf sputtered and laughed into his large ale mug.

Maybe hanging with my old guild buddy wasn't as wise as I thought.

The boisterous dwarf's large pet ghost tiger, who loyally laid down beside him, twitched its ears at its master's loud laughter. Some of the patrons of the pub looked over annoyed or curious at the noise.

"Are you done? I'm not quite sure all of Azeroth heard you yet!" The dwarf snorted out a last laugh and chugged the rest of his ale.

"Ah! Sorry lass. But, you Ambassador? They realize ye are a Rogue right?" My brow twitched again and I smacked him in the back of his head.

"What is that suppose to mean!? So what if I'm a Rogue! Not all rogue are honorless thieves." A large hand of the dwarf patted my back.

"I know lass! Ye have proven that enough over the years, but I wish I could say the same to those who taint the name of ye class." I sigh a little depressed at the hunter's true words. Not every rogue was a thief, honor less, a dishonest spy, and/or a gold loving pillager, but the stereotype of my class was tainted from past and present organizations... like the SI:7.

"I am beginning to wish I had never got affiliated with the Kirin Tor." The dwarf gave me a fatherly smile.

"Ah but lass, ye and I know you did it for a certain reason, a good reason was all that it needed to be done." I look at him with sadder eyes, a good reason that ended up biting me in the butt.

"Ah lass ,ye gon' finish that there boar leg?" I looked to the hungry gaze of the drooling dwarf and back at my half eaten cooked boar leg. I smirked, where he got the stomach to eat two boar legs and want more was beyond me... do you have any idea how big a boar's leg was?! It's like eating a thick piece of meat the size of a whole chicken.

"Say please, Tick." A absurd look crossed his face and turned red.

"Now lass ye know dwarf don't beg for food, especially if... it... is a delicious... piece of meat." I roll my eyes at my silly friend's behavior. One would believe that he was the hungry pet while his tiger was the master.

"You can do it..." I smiled widely as his eyes locked on to the leg, his muscles tensed as he was ready to jump for it.

The second he jumped, I pushed the meat on the floor for his pet. He grumbled and picked himself up, cursing in Dwarfish about his pet getting the treat. I get up to go to my garrison and prepare for my upcoming and long democratic (and migraine filled) journey.

"Good luck lass. Don' be fallin' in love them pretty little elves you hear?"

"They are not all feminine for the last time, Tick." He snorts a laugh as a bartender hands him another ale.

"Could'a fooled me! Thanks for visitin' lass!" I sigh and walk outside to hearth back home.