Any and all available personnel were hence forth ordered to stop their previous assignments to assist with the reconstruction of Dalaran City. It was a painstakingly monotonous procedure. They had to round up all the fallen pieces, keep guard at all times around the region's border, and strategically dwindle the number of hostile inhabitants to assure they could continue, uninterrupted. Drakkon couldn't have been more relieved when they neared completion, and less participants were needed. He was one of the first to step aside and return to the Vanguard. From that point, the progress went smoothly and, as they worked with the Kirin'Tor to get the City airborne, again, the Crusade rejoiced in their victory.

"I still don't get it." Wolfe spoke up, as he and Drakkon watched the Vanguard's soldiers celebrate.

"I'm not surprised. You don't understand anything." Drakkon mocked, and Wolfe frowned.

"As if anyone who knows you would stand a chance at understanding this." Wolfe defended. "You realize you've opened up Northrend, again? The forces of Azeroth, all the adventurers.. They'll return, now." Wolfe said, and Drakkon gave a nod. Wolfe sighed. "Twelve years ago this was the one specific thing you set out to stop. It was so damn important to you that you ended up taking down the entire scourge kingdom, with it. What's changed?"

"If I offer a valid, indisputable argument, will you stop your whining?" Drakkon asked, looking to Wolfe. He took a moment, then nodded. "It will take the focus off of me, for a while. Long enough that I could come up with a plan to rectify the issues I'm stuck with and get things back on track." He said. "If the rest of Azeroth is allowed back into Northrend, they will inevitably cause problems for the remaining races of the continent and distract them. Perhaps, if I'm lucky enough, it might even force them to see my point."

"What happened to your argument that the outsiders share the same desire to kill you?"

"I don't need to worry about that immediately. The first thing they will try to do is reclaim their old bases, throughout Northrend. That will lead to them fighting against the other races, before they start worrying about me."

"And this is the point you're going to attempt to get through to our father?" Wolfe asked. "When you go back to the citadel to-"

"I'm not going back." Drakkon announced, causing Wolfe to immediately halt in his words.

"What?" Wolfe rose a brow, astonished. "Ever?"

"Not immediately." Drakkon muttered. "You can go back and relay what I've said just as easily." He shrugged.

"I did tell you you're welcome back there, again.." Wolfe tried, acting like Drakkon may not have heard this, the first time around. Drakkon nodded.

"Indeed, you did."

"So.. Why won't you?" Wolfe asked slowly, a bit of concern growing in his voice.

"I'm sure things are under control." Drakkon cast a glance back over the mountains, toward the citadel. "Head back and explain the situation for me." He said, returning his gaze back to the Crusaders as Wolfe obediently slipped away. They were talking excitedly, seemingly planning something. It would have been a lie to say it wasn't unsettling to Drakkon. They had just gotten their city back, nothing being planned out could be a positive thing for him.

"Solara." He called to the red headed elf as she passed, catching her attention. "What's going on?" He asked, nodding towards the talkative collaboration of Crusade soldiers she'd come from.

"Oh, just an excited rally." She smiled, glancing back briefly before approaching him. "The Kirin'Tor are giving their final once over at Dalaran before they allow it to be operational again. The Crusade leaders are talking about a celebration, of sorts, once it's cleared inspection."

"A celebration?" He repeated. That was all? Solara nodded.

"Like a party." She shrugged. "Mainly for the Crusade. A way to relax and have some fun, after all the hard work." She paused. "They expect the Kirin'Tor's Verdict, tonight. So, they're planning the event for tomorrow night, before they completely open up the city, again." She explained. "You're going, right?"

"Why would I?" He couldn't help the distaste from coming into the statement. Though, she didn't seen effected by it. A gathering of Crusade members in a city he's once sought to destroy didn't sound like a wise situation to willingly place himself in.

"Because you're one of us, now." She answered. "It'll be fun." She added, looking back to him. He failed to see the fun in it. "You should go, because I will make it a point to continue bothering you until you agree." She said. This was a very effective argument. The elf knew him better than he thought. He regarded her a moment, a bit shocked at her statement. She smirked at his reaction, looking victorious.

"I'll take it into consideration." He finally answered, and she gave a nod. It was clear she had gotten through to him.

"It's going to be somewhat formal. You'll have to do something about all this." She commented, lifting the end of his torn and tattered sleeve. "If you don't have anything, I'm sure I could make something." She suggested. He already knew she was a tailor. She had attempted, more than once, to get him to let her refine said ragged armor. To this, he gave a short, reluctant shrug.

"If you must." He muttered, and she gave a nod and smile, finally moving away to return to the heart of the settlement. "Lovely." He grumbled, moving away from his station to sit atop the Vanguard's wall. He never seemed to be bothered, while he was up there. Of course, he didn't account for the possibility of someone already being there.

"What are you doing up here?" He asked, causing Faiyte to look over.

"This was my spot, before you came along." She announced pointedly. "Consider yourself lucky I decided to share it." She added as he sat, leaning back against the pillar. "It doesn't make any sense." She commented suddenly, turning her gaze to the newly risen city in the distance.

"What?" He rose a brow, following her gaze.

"I saw the state of Crystalsong, myself. It was swarming with scourge filth. Then, they were just gone. It seems.. Oddly suspicious. Almost as though they made it a point to let the Crusade raise it, again. It was far too easy.."

"Does it matter?"

"Considering they're the reason it was destroyed in the first place?" She looked back to him. "I think it rouses concern. Of course, I seem to be the only one who thinks it." She turned her attention to the Vanguard, watching those below. "They all see it as a victory. I see it as a trap."

"What if it isn't?" He asked.

"If it isn't.." She faltered. "Then the Lich King is insane." He chuckled slightly at the statement, and she looked to him. "Well, it's the only explanation. Why else would he have deliberately allowed this to happen? After making it a point to run the rest of Azeroth from Nothrend, and take protective measures to keep them out.. "

"I wasn't trying to argue the statement." He shrugged. "It just seems like the conclusion of him being insane would have been reached long before this."

"Well, it's definitely the cherry on the sundae, so to speak." She muttered.

"You wanted Dalaran raised, again." He accused. "You can't just pick it apart, now. Be happy."

"I am." She insisted. "Just.. Cautiously so." She paused, giving a look back to the city. "It's peculiar. But, I am glad, as long as it doesn't turn out to be a trap. What do you think about it? You're almost as un-trusting as I am." She looked to him, and he raised a brow.

"Almost? You have no idea..." He said. "What do I think about Dalaran being raised, again?"

"About the scourge allowing it to happen." She corrected. "Which is clearly the case. They could have stopped it, at any point, but they didn't even try." How was he supposed to answer that?

"Maybe they realized it was a mistake, to destroy it in the first place." He decided upon the answer, after a while of thought.

"A mistake?" She chuckled. "Your view on the way things work is a tad misdirected, isn't it?" He shrugged. She glanced him over, then gestured to his claw. "That's still working alright, then?"

"After proper repairs." He nodded. She moved, scooting down the wall to sit on the ledge beside him. She hesitated slightly, then took hold of the claw, lifting it to examine it a bit. He watched curiously as she toyed with the hinges and attachments.

"Can you feel through this thing?" She asked, tapping on one of the metal plates.

"It's mechanical. It doesn't have nerve endings." He commented, and she gave a slight nod.

"How does this absurd contraption work, anyway?" She asked, continuing to cautiously attempt to figure it out. She looked a bit timid about it, and Drakkon smirked. "I mean, do you have a concealed control? Or can you actually operate it with your mind? It makes no logical sense.." She huffed, clearly confused by it. As he watched her peer at it, he couldn't help himself. In a sudden movement, he splayed the fingers of the claw, creating a loud shing that made Faiyte call out in surprise and release him to move backwards. He'd meant it as a harmless prank until, in her panic, she slipped over the edge of the wall. His snickering ceased as he cursed, quickly moving to snatch her wrist. She clung to him, attempting to make her way back onto the ledge.

"You're such an asshole!" She called, focused on the ground, a ways below, as he tugged her back onto the wall. As she returned to it, she refused to allow her legs to dangle, over the edge, as she previously had, still clinging to Drakkon's hand as she struggled to calm herself.

"You alright?" He asked, after a pause.

"You're such an asshole.." She repeated in a huff, returning his smirk.

"Oh, come on, it was kind of funny." He said. "If I was really an asshole I'd have just let you fall." She finally looked up from the ground to focus on him.

"I hate you, sometimes." She said, though a smile crept onto her face as she did.

"So now it's only sometimes?" He commented as she finally released him, and he returned to leaning back against the pillar. To this, she did her best to attempt a stern look, pointing to him, but not saying anything.

"When you're being a jerk." She finally said. "Which is nearly always, anyway."

"Nice save." He grinned.

"Drak!" Wolfe's call from below caused them both to look down. "I need to talk to you." At this, Drakkon gave a look back to Faiyte. She knowingly moved, though much more cautiously, to give him room to leap down. As he reached Wolfe, the paladin glanced up to Faiyte before leading his brother away a bit. "I've been told to tell you to stop making rash, spontaneous decisions. " Wolfe announced. "And that you should have returned to discuss it, before taking any action."

"So, I take down Dalaran, and it was a foolish decision. And I allow it to be raised, again, but it's still a foolish decision?" Drakkon grumbled.

"I think it's more of the fact you keep doing all these things without consulting anyone." Wolfe clarified. "Mum's glad to know you're ok." He mentioned, as though this would make everything better. It didn't.

"And what did they have to say about you staying here?" At this, Wolfe gave a shrug.

"They know I can defend myself."

"And I can't?"

"You're unstable." Wolfe said with a chuckle. "And after recent behavior, they thing you're the one that speaks without thinking and should, by rights, be watched."

"By you!"

"This is much more enjoyable than I thought it would be." He snickered. "Yes by me. I was told to make sure you don't fly off the hinges and get yourself killed." At this, Drakkon scowled. "It isn't my fault you've ruined everything. So.. What's the plan, then?"

"For what?" Drakkon practically growled.

"Dalaran." Wolfe clarified. "What's going to happen?"

"Apparently, the Crusade is having a damn celebration on it, before they open it up, again." As Drakkon said this, Wolfe smiled. "Thought you would enjoy that.." Drakkon muttered. "A completely pointless, useless endeavor.. Seems right down your alley.."