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

AN: Hehe, Creed is not enjoying being an Ambassador already and her job hasn't even started yet... I think it's save to say a couple of certain some ones are not really getting along, maybe our Mage and Rogue? Lol.

'It's official, this is by far the worst mission I have ever had. Hands down.' I frown deeply as I lay back into the deep violet bed. The delicate glow of the large floating Fel gem in the room provided a calming atmosphere in my inn room, depleting some of my stress of my current situation.

The city was very beautiful, absolutely filled with magical essence and properties. The soft and constant swishing sounds of the magical broom sweeping the floor was driving me nuts though. This city and its people thrive on magic... and they use it to clean for them. How lazy and disappointing.

SWISH

SWISH

SWISH

'Oh for the love of the sisters of Elune!'

I growl in irritation, finally snapping.

I rip my self off the bed and grab the damn broom (nearly snapping the poor broom handle in half), and throw the damn thing out of the 'door' only to watch it tumble over the terrace bar down below. A startled yelp below immediately followed.

'Oops... Sorry. That was my bad.'

I cringe and quickly closed the thick curtains that stood as a door. Taking off the Alliance tabard, I quickly leave my designated room and walk down the inn stairs trying to ignore the stares of the Sin'Dorei patrons inside. Many of the women twisted their faces into a snarl or disgusted expression... the males weren't much different except some were smirking at my leaving figure.

"Farewell, Ambassador." I turn to the sweet voice bidding me a goodbye. I bow gently at the youthful and kind looking Inn keeper. She is probably one of the only Sin'Dorei who have been kind to me since I arrived, not including the Regent-General and Regent Lord.

The looks throughout the inn who heard the inn keeper looked a little horrified either at her kind greeting towards me even as I was apart of the 'alliance scum' or the fact they were glaring at a diplomatic figure.

The sun had began to fall outside; the lovely glow of the green Fel gems throughout the city and golden fires made the city look more tranquil and beautiful. I smiled under my helm. I would have loved to live here if things had been different.

The small taps of my leather boots on the marble floors of the city echoing made me my smile die down, a sad reminder of the complete isolation I was in this city. I could be surrounded by hundred if not thousands of people, but I felt so alone. The trickles of the water in the large fountain in the square of the city beckoned to me, so I sat down on the edge and watched the reflecting lights in the water.

It is times like this I like to think about life and my current situation.

I missed everyone. I missed my mother and father... my sister. My eyes droop with melancholy.

I wished to visit my parents again, but the fear of seeing them again after all I have done... who and what I have been spending my life with... faction relations were highly looked down upon especially during the times. I couldn't face them or bare to see their gentle elven faces when I knew they knew I was a defender for not just the alliance but the horde. I still remember their faces when they had heard I befriended the alliance enemies... heartbroken in my opinion.

Bonding and having relations with an opposing faction like I did was seen as a traitorous act all those years ago... even now I bet. But... she was my sister, blood elf or not.

"Are you alright, Ambassador Creed?" The tenor voice cut through my thoughts as I swiveled my head at the towering figure of the Regent-General, standing there smiling and curious.

I nod, standing up from my spot on the fountain.

"Yes. Pardon me."

"At first I was confused on why you looked so familiar. Now I remember you." I freeze at his voice. I raise a brow in confusion, how does he remember me? I never personally met any of them.

"How?"

"You were at the Siege of Orgrimmar. I remember seeing you in battle, protecting some of our men from the opposing forces of Garrosh Hellscream. Lor'themar also remembers you. We were surprised to see you today."

"How do you know that it was me. There were many horde and alliance members there; there was more than one rogue too." I humored him as a sly smile made way onto his lips.

"Your gear for one, and the fact you were one of the few alliance members that rushed out their own battle to take out dozens of other enemy rogues as they surrounded Lor'themar and I." Ah, so he does remember me.

"We are all fighting for a single cause therefor the need to protect everyone, horde or alliance, is necessary." The blue clad ranger smiled at the response.

"We never got to thank you that day. As fast as you had come, you were gone back into the fray of battle." I shake my head.

"I was needed by my other brothers and sisters, sorry I couldn't stay to chat." Halduron laughed.

"I would like to thank you for that da-" I raise a hand to stop him.

"I never accept gratitude that does not deserve it. Helping others is not suppose to be a choice or privilege; it is a duty to all of mankind." My voice meekly rises into a determined command.

I didn't realize I was standing in front of him, clenching my fists in a pose of determination until he simply put a hand on my shoulder and laughed out loud.

"Good to hear," Halduron replied with a kindness I haven't received in a long while.

"Come, Ambassador. Let us have a drink tonight! A small welcome to our land and home, and gratitude, if you will." A waterfall of golden hair swished around his broad shoulders as he raised his arms in a 'follow me' gesture back in the direction of the throne room.

"B-But... I-I would rather n-not intru-!" I didn't really get to finish as he escorted me to the throne room again. My face felt on fire with embarrassment, dealing with friends and family was easy but kind, hot elven men was another.

"If you know Thalassian, why not speak it more?" I roll my eyes at his form of small talk as he drags me to the Sunfury Spire.

"I UNDERSTAND Thalassian, but speaking it is not always as easy." He grins and pulls me faster, nearly dislodging my arm from its socket.

I nearly tripped over the stairs as he continued to drag me up the throne room steps, Rogues can walk with tons of agility by themselves but being dragged is another story. Damn him and all male Sin'Doreis for being so tall and graceful! The throne room is lit much better, the rose red of the room reflected very nicely with the Fel crystals and golden fire. I watched as we got closer that another towering figure was waiting there... the Regent Lord.

"Halduron, you did not have to kidnap the poor Ambassador. A simple request would have sufficed," the deep and beautifully accented voice of Lor'themar told the elf dragging me in by my wrist. His response was a simple grin and snort of laughter.

"She did agree, sir. Most women, whether Horde or Alliance, cannot resist the charm of a Sin'Dorei~" A tick mark made my brow twitch at the arrogant comment. I glare a little at the broad back of the Regent-General.

*Third Person P.O.V.*

A calm look was over the pale face of Lor'themar as he blankly looked over his friend's arrogant grin then to the annoyed Alliance Ambassador. His Fel eyes spotted a twitching brow and general displeased aura around the human female.

"Pardon the manners of the Regent-General, Ambassador Creed. He, as I am, are pleased to meet one of the warriors from the Siege who helped take Garrosh down from the seat as Warchief," the steady voice of Lor'themar was reassuring and serious. It seems they were just going to speak in Thalassian now... ah, well it was fun while it lasted. The woman nodded her head at the tall elven leader.

"It was no issue. Garrosh was insane, and we had to help rescue Vol'Jin," replied the quiet Rogue.

"In specific details, I would like to thank you for that grim day. You had come to our aid when you had your own battle." A soft smile came to Creed's lips under her helm.

"Gladly," replied Creed as a blush spread faster over her face.

"We would like to have a drink with you as a small gratification, if you would be willing. Helping my people and aiding the leader of the Sin'Dorei is no small favor in my eyes. It is good that Halduron recognized you immediately upon meeting," the corners of the Sin'Dorei leader's lips curved minisculely into a soft smile only to go back into a serious line.

Lor'themar lifted one of his large hands in the air, escorting the direction they were to go sit at. At one of the tables near the war table they all sat quietly as Halduron grabbed two different bottles, one was dark purple liquid filled bottle labeled in Thalassian, Lagrave Stout and the other was a clear wine bottle filled with deep scarlet liquid labeled, Suntouched Special Reserve.

"What would you prefer, Ambassador? Lagrave Stout is a deliciously brewed Sin'Dorei wine, expensive, but worth it. Then we have Suntouched Special Reserve, it is another Sin'Dorei wine, but more sweet and-," Halduron stopped when he saw the look in Creed's eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I do... not consume alcohol anymore," a small voice retorted from Creed. Mauve colored orbs shifted down in embarrassment when both elven leader stared at the smaller human in curiosity.

"Anymore?"

"I learned the hard way the effects of alcohol in battle," Creed replied in a even smaller and eerie voice.

Halduron's smirk fell a little at Creed's words. Lor'themar nodded in a subtle understanding.

"That is no surprise. You Alliance commoners do not have refined tastes for the fine crafts of Quel'Thalas," A cold voice came from behind the sitting group. Creed stiffened and bit her lip from saying anything. She turned her head at the towering and rigid figure of the scarlet robed Grand Magister.

Creed clenched her fists tightly under the table as Rommath gracefully walked in passing Creed like she was mere dust in the air.

'You arrogant, prejudice, son of-' Creed's steamed thoughts were cut off by Halduron.

"Ah, Rommath. Care to join us? Remember the story I told you a while ago about the small group of Alliance who helped our people? Well, the Ambassador is one of the Alliance members who had helped aid us during the Siege," Halduron ignored the rude comment of the Magister and asked him to join them with a smirk.

Rommath's Fel green gaze hardened as they looked down his nose at Creed, who wholeheartedly returned a deadly purple glare back. The tension began to grow the more the Mage and Rogue glared at one another.

"No. I do not prefer to become inebriated near any Alliance associate so close by and a especially larger decline at drinking with said member," Rommath replied looking down his nose at the human in front of him.

Creed felt a blush of frustration rise, she held herself back from tackling the motherfucker to the floor and making him kissing her fists.

'YOU MAGIC OBSESSED MOTHERFUCKER! ARE REALLY THAT VAIN!?'

Lor'themar narrowed his eyes at his Mage friend for the comment.

"I think I shall retire for the night. You may continue on. Thank you for the invitation, Lords, but I fear I must decline. Please, forgive me," Creed gritted her teeth together tightly at she tried to remain calm and blank towards the infuriating Blood Elf Mage. Creed stood from her seat, pushed it in, and left silently without another word.

Face flushed with anger and teeth gritting together, Creed fished into one of her royal satchels and managed to take out her Garrison Hearthstone.

'Fucking pompous Mage...,' Creed snarled to her herself as the source of her anger, the Grand Magister, popped into her head.