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I woke up curled up in my bed with someone pushing at my side. I was up in an instant. Amanthe took a step back, and sighed.
"Selriona"
"What?"
"You're on all fours again" I felt blood rush to my face and stood up on two legs. "Okay, come on, breakfast" I followed Amanthe across the U of the upper floor, tumbled down the stairs(And I would probably have broken something if Amanthe hadn't hastily woven a barrier of light around me, thanks for that).
Amanthe led me over to the table.
"Sit down, I'll explain things" I pulled out a chair and sat down. I was getting the hang of this, except for those damn stairs. Amanthe walked up to a few shelves and got some food out. She put some sharp smelling yellow chunks onto my plate, and placed some soft, porous white stuff encrusted with something brown next to it. They both looked simply disgusting.
"Amanthe, what is this supposed to be?"
"Cheese and bread" I poked the 'bread'. How did mortals eat this stuff? It was revolting to just look at it. Amanthe got more cheese and bread and placed it on another plate, and sat down on the corresponding chair.
"Now, I'm going to go out on a limb and say you don't have table manners" I cocked my head sideways.
"Right, I didn't think so. Now, it's considered impolite to eat in a certain way, namely, the way you have been.
"How can it be impolite to eat a certain way?" Amanthe shrugged.
"A culture thing. Just, look at the way I eat the bread" Amanthe picked up the bread by it's crust in one hand, brought it up to mouth level, and took a small bite out of it, before placing the bread back down, chewing with her mouth closed.
"There, now you try"
"There is no way I am eating that"
"Just try it. I'm putting a lot of faith in you, try to return it" I sighed.
"Alright" I picked up the bread like she had, and brought it to my mouth, and slowly reached out my mouth and took a small bite, like she had. The bread tasted much better than I had expected. It tasted like, well, there wasn't anything to compare it too. It tasted good though. I started chewing, when Amanthe called me out.
"Selriona, close your mouth."
"Hmm? Ok" I closed my mouth, and moved my jaws while focusing on keeping my lips closed. Soon I decided the bread was chewed sufficiently, and swallowed it with ease. At least swallowing hadn't changed. "And that's it?"
"Well, not quite. There are a few basic principles behind that. One, chew with your mouth closed. At all times, no exceptions. None. Now, the second thing is using the fork" Amanthe picked up one of the shaped pieces of metal with four prongs on the end, before setting it back down. "and fork." She picked up what looked like a flattened metal stick, but one of the ends looked much sharper then the others, like a dagger. "Now, these are used to help cut down large pieces of food into smaller pieces, like this" Amanthe took her cheese wedge and laid it sideways, impaling it with the fork's prongs, holding onto it's handle with the other. She moved her knife along the edge of the cheese with it's sharp end, slowly moving down, eventually cutting off a small part of the cheese, putting the flat of the knife on the larger piece of cheese, and using it as leverage to pull her fork out. She impaled the small piece, raised it to her mouth, and repeated the bite-closed mouth chew-swallow. She looked at me.
"Now you try" I winced slightly, and picked up the fork, stabbing it into the cheese with all the strength I could, resulting in a terrible screech when it hit the plate. "Not so hard!"
"You could have told me that"
"I just assumed you knew it! Sorry, keep going" I sighed, and picked up the knife, doing the same motions she had, albeit about five times slower. I set the fork and knife back. The cheese was an odd taste, salty, but something else, something utterly and solely cheese.
"Like that?"
"Good enough. Okay, let's eat. After that I am taking you to get a job"
"And after that I am taking you to teach you how to hunt" Amanthe looked up at me. I crossed my arms over each other, an oddly comfortable position, and glared at her.
"Y-y-you were serious about that?" I nodded. "Oh you don't have to do that"
"Yes, I do. You need to learn. There is no excuse for not being able to hunt"
"I never learned how!"
"Then we need to start all the sooner" Amanthe put her elbow on the desk and raised her forearm, resting her head into it briefly, groaning.
"Just, just eat" I nodded, and began to eat the bread and cheese. It filled me up alarmingly fast. Normally this wouldn't have even dented my hunger, but now as a human, it did so very well. I finished at about the same time as Amanthe. I think she slowed down for me, and that made me a little embarrassed. I got up from my chair, holding my arm up. Amanthe stood up and stretched her arms up again, a series of small cracks going through her back. I repeated the motion, and pushed my arms up as far as I could. I gasped when I felt a few snaps in my body, but afterward I felt so much looser. It felt good. My shirt's sleeve had rolled up, and Amanthe was looking at my scar again.
"So how did you really get that scar?" I looked at the faded white line.
"What, this?"
"Yeah, you told me a twilight whelp attacked you by surprise, how did you really get it? Sorry if I'm sounding nosy, but-"
"I told you the truth about that. I really was attacked by a twilight whelp" My mind briefly flashed to me a whelpling, newly hatched not even two minutes ago, slicing my sister's throat open. There was something about the voices that had made me want to do that. I wondered, if I hadn't heard the voice, but still became twilight, would I have attacked her? I shook my head. The voices and being a part of my flight went hand in hand. End of story.
"What?"
"Well, we fight among ourselves a lot."
"Um, okay then. Let's go get you a job then"
"Exactly how do I do a job here?"
"Well, the Cataclysm left a lot of businesses without employees. You can probably find a store owner desperate enough to accept someone with no schooling or experience or knowledge of these things-"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry but it's true! Um, one second, let me get changed. People will look at us funny if we're wearing the same clothes" Amanthe ran up the stairs, leaving be baffled as to how she could move up those things so fast. It shouldn't be possible. When she came back down she was wearing a green vest and an odd light pink pants made out of some sort of silk.
"Alright, let's go. Now, I think you'd do well at the Scribe of Stormwind, I hear they're looking for a new parchment vendor. They sell inscriptions, and I think you'd do well there, it's not too hard as far as jobs go. Come on, I'll bring you there, then I have to go to the Cathedral to train" I nodded.
"Alright, let's go and get it over with. At least it can take up time while I figure out why exactly I'm here" Amanthe nodded, and walked out, me right behind her. We turned through the streets of Stormwind, and every time we passed a guard my throat constricted, like that would be the guard that saw through me. Soon we got to the Mage Quarter again, passed a few guards, and Amanthe herded me into a small building with all sorts of tables covered with paper and little bottles of ink and more bookshelves like in the mage quarter, all of them lined with books. A couple humans walked around, leafing through pages, holding bottles ink to eye level, and writing with pens on the scrolls of parchment. Amanthe led me up to a human female standing behind one of the tables.
"Amanthe! What brings you here?"
"Well Catarina, I'm actually wondering, do you have a job offering?"
"YES! Yes, we need someone to sell the parchment, why, you interested?" Amanthe held up her hands.
"No, no, actually my friend here is" Catarina turned her attention towards me.
"Has she any other work experience? You know what? Don't answer that. She's hired" My eyes widened briefly in shock. That was fast.
"Um, what?" I asked.
"You're hired, starting now. Come with me, I'll run over the job description quickly" She pulled me to a back room, and started talking. I glanced back, catching Amanthe waving her hand and walking out. Oh titans what was I doing here? Catarina started shuffling around a few bookshelves.
"Now, you're job is that, when someone tells you they want to buy a certain piece of parchment, you take it from them and hold it up to this chart" Catarina pointed to a chart with all sorts of varying fragments of parchment on it, with gold, silver and copper circles painted next to each. "Whichever one matches, that's how many coins it costs. So for instance," She held up a small scrap of a dull yellow paper up to the chart, moving it around briefly, before stopping. "this is made of Khadgar's whiskers dried with troll's blood potion. So it costs..." She tapped the painted circles next to it, five silver and eighty-five copper, in rows of five. "Five silver coins and eighty-five copper pieces. Just do that with all of it, and then ask for the money from them. Are you following this?"
"Um, yes. Hold up parchment to chart, the chart tells me how much it costs" Catarina nodded.
"Good, good. Now, ask for the money from them. If they give all of it to you, take the money and give them the parchment, put it at the little drawer at the bottom. If they give you more than they have too, that's alright, just take all of it and give them the parchment. Also it's multiplicative, so if they ask for two pieces of the same parchment it's twice, three pieces three times, so on and so forth-"
"And if they ask for two different types?"
"Well it's simple, take the price of each type and add them together. Hundred coppers to a silver, hundred silvers to a gold, but of course everyone knows that" I don't!
"You got all that?"
"I guess" I sighed. Great. This was going to be wonderful.
"Okay good. Your shift is..." Catarina ran outside quickly and looked upwards, then ran back inside.
"Your shift is until five in the afternoon, it's eight in the morning right now, that's seven hours. Err, wait, no, that's nine hours, sorry. Well, get to it!" Catarina pushed me out into the main store, and pushed me behind a table with a similar chart behind me. I looked at all the people in the store, sorting through inks and parchments. Why did they even need this stuff? She whirled around back to me.
"Oh, yeah, ask their names and tell me who they are, what they're buying and how much of it. Need to put it in the records" I nodded, and stood by the chart. A few people came up to me and asked how much it was, and to buy it, and I just went through the procedure. Hold it to the chart, count the pieces. I told Catarina the names of each person and what they bought, and she scribbled it down onto a piece of paper.
"Why do you need their names?"
"Company records"
"What good are those for?"
"Well, in case someone steals, we can use them to help us, or to know how much money we make, so we can compare past sales to current sales"
"Oh. Okay then" More people kept coming. The following hours were some of the longest hours in my life, almost as long as those terrible days when I had lain on the floor of the Wetlands, my tendons broken, unable to move...
There was one mortal, I think the term is customer, that really surprised me. It was a blood elf who walked in, a male, maybe halfway through adulthood. He had the trademark green glowing eyes and wore rusty yellow plate armor that left his arms open, except for the leather gloves, all of it a rusty yellow. He immediately walked over to a parchment and took it out, and brought it to me. It was a few folds of deep blue parchment, almost the same color as my scales, but with a reddish tinge.
"I would like to buy this, please" His eyes flared briefly when he looked at me. I noticed this.
"Is there a problem?" I noticed nobody else was seeing him. He smiled.
"No, no problem at all" He was hiding something from me, I knew it. I let it go, and held up the parchment, moving through the charts until I found it. I turned back.
"That'll be eleven gold pieces and fifty copper" The elf nodded and fished out the money from his armor. Wha-huh? I put the money into the spot and gave him the parchment, when I remembered something. "Wait" He froze. "I need your name, for the, um, records" His mouth pursed.
"My name is Jeziba. Thank you... Selria" He turned out, and I walked over to Catarina.
"Someone named Jeziba asked for, the one that costs eleven gold and fifty copper" She looked at the chart.
"Which one? The dark blue one or-"
"The dark blue one, yes" She nodded.
"And you said his name is Jeziba, right?"
"Right"
"Okay, thanks, you can go back. You have three more hours on your shift" I nodded and walked back. Once I got back I froze, remembering how nobody had noticed that there was a blood elf right inside the capital Alliance city. And his last words to me...
My name is Jeziba. Thank you... Selria. I'd never given him my name, let alone my fake name. How had he known?
I went through the next three hours much faster, my body on autopilot as I wondered over and over again how the hells he had known my name! I was snapped out of my thoughts when Catarina walked over to me.
"Hey, your shifts over" She opened her hands and gave me several pieces of rounded, flat metal.
"There's your pay for today, come back tomorrow at the same time. Amanthe's probably on her way here right now, why don't you wait outside for her?" I nodded and went out. I looked at the metal in my hand.
What use could that have for me?
A human female whelp ran past me, being chased by a male whelp, shouting at her to 'give it back, give it back!' He crashed into me, knocking me down. I growled and got up. My hands felt warm, and I could feel the flames just begging to be released into a fireball at him. I clenched my teeth and held back. I got up and looked around me. There, in the distance. Amanthe was slowly walking back, with a little limp in her right leg. I ran up to her, at a somewhat slower pace than I should have been able to. She stopped when she saw me.
"Hey" She looked at the people around her. "Selria. How was your" She winced. "job?"
"Boring as all hells. What happened? You're limping?" She waved her hand.
"Discipline training. Pays off in the end, but it's torture to go through" I nodded. I had seen what sort of training the cult had. They would send a promising recruit to slaughter one of the failures. If they returned, they would be promoted. If they died, the failure would take their place and be promoted. A trainee who might have been the next ascendant could lose to a worthless ex-farmer because of some bad luck, or a triggered phobia, or an allergy. It was fast paced, it was ruthless, and very flawed. I brought my mind back to the present.
"Do you have a weapon?" She stopped.
"What?", she flatly asked me.
"Well I know from experience humans don't have strong natural weapons, and you need some form of weapon to hunt-"
"I can't believe you're making me do this!"
"You had me get a job here, you are learning to hunt. Now, do. You. Have. A. Weapon?"
"Well, I have the shadow magic"
"That won't make it healthy to eat, though" Amanthe tapped her head, in a space right next to her left ear. It looked tender.
"Well, I can smite them, the light is generally a quick death and does not corrupt"
"Good enough. Now come on" I started walking when Amanthe grabbed me by the back of my neck. I spun around and hissed at her. She held up her arms in crossed positions at her chest.
"You're going the wrong way. The gates are this way" I felt blood rush to my face again. I walked the other way.
"Of course it is"
We walked through the teal roofed houses of the trade district, and I couldn't help but grin at the burned towers with claw marks in it. Deathwing's work. Amanthe noticed my grin.
"What are you smiling at?" I pointed at the claw marks, still burning red with heat.
"That"
"That's terrible. People died from that" I looked at her confused.
"No, they didn't. Unless they were on the tower when Deathwing landed, nobody died"
"I'm not talking about the tower I'm talking about who caused the damage!" I sighed.
"Well, yeah, that is terrible" We walked through the bridge, stepping over some cracks in the bridge when a statue had fallen. I couldn't help but shudder at the water. It could kill me so quick.
"So exactly what skills do you have with hunting, Selriona?"
"Well I hunted for food when I was still stationed at the Bastion. Stag, some wolves and owls, a ram or two if I was lucky.
"That's... just meat"
"Drakes are carnivores"
"You ate cheese and bread just this morning!" I shrugged.
"Humans aren't carnivores"
"Speaking of food, did you have any lunch?" As if on cue, my stomach growled.
"No, I didn't."
"Dinner?"
"Hmm, nope" We reached the gates. Amanthe changed my name around the guards.
"Let me make this very clear, Selria, I don't want to learn how to hunt"
"Well you have to. You'll thank me later"
"Oh I highly doubt that" We kept walking down the road, stones lined up along the grass. When we were far enough away from the city I grabbed Amanthe's shoulders and pulled her to the right into the woods.
"Alright now, the very first thing you need to learn to do is hide your smell. Animals can smell you coming from a very long way, and will run away if they smell you. Usually. If they don't, run, that means they are thinking about eating you."
"Right, got it. Smell, bad. So what do I do about it?"
"Well, there are a couple things you can do. The first is covering yourself in the surroundings"
"What exactly do you mean by THAT?"
"Roll in mud, cover yourself in branches, grass, that kind of stuff. Works quite well, actually" At Amanthe's horrified look I continued. "Well, some types of magic work just as well. I think that barrier thing of yours would work, hold in the smell. But, do you have any way of, you know, dimming it?" I said, looking up at the dusk sky.
"Well, not really, no"
"Then that won't work. Not at night anyway, or any dark place. They will see it, and they will run. So you need to cover yourself in your surroundings, since it IS getting pretty dark"
"I am not covering my clothes in mud and grass!"
"If you don't I will resort to burning them off of you"
"You can't be serious!" I opened my hand and let tiny blue flames dance along it.
"Just try me.
"Honestly, Selriona!"
"Smell. Cover. Now." Amanthe sighed and started grabbing globs of mud and spreading it on her, attaching branches, and rolling in the grass. After a few minutes of grumbling, she was almost entirely unrecognizable.
"There, happy?"
"One second, let me check" I let my illusion fade, and Amanthe jumped back a little, closing her eyes. I got up close to her and took several whiffs of the air. Satisfied, I shifted back.
"Good, that works. Now, you have to refresh that every half hour at the very most, ten minutes would be ideal" Amanthe growled at me.
"Have I mentioned that I hate this?"
"Yes, but you're welcome to mention it again, it won't change anything"
"I hate this so much"
"Moving on. Now that you have your smell covered, you need to learn how to move slowly. Your cover will help, all that mud, grass and tree branch will give you some degree of camouflage. Now, you have to move VERY slowly. Most animals will almost always notice anything more than a half centimeter of movement per second."
"Light, that slowly?" I shrugged.
"Well, you can either do that or try your luck at outrunning them..." Amanthe wiggled her fingers.
"I can do that"
"How? You're still only human-"
"Yes but I've learned a few tricks. My barriers can give me quite a speed boost. I think I did that to you in the tram, I can't remember that too clearly" I pointed my finger at her.
"Oh yeah, I remember that! Ok, so you can outrun them, good. Just make sure you get close first, otherwise they'll hear you and run before you can even see them. Now, look around. What tracks do you see?" Amanthe looked around for a few moments, then back at me.
"Nothing" I shook my head.
"Look again. On the ground there, those are tracks, boar tracks..." My mouth started salivating, but I swallowed it down. "So which way does the boar go?" Amanthe stayed silent for a while before pointing the correct way. "Good. Now, let's see how you do. I'll be watching you" Amanthe groaned again.
"Have I mentioned how very much I hate this?" I rolled my eyes.
"No, you haven't. Just go, and remember. Refresh the smell cover, move really, really slowly to sneak up on it, even if it is sleeping. Animals always sleep with one eye open, so to speak. Oh and don't make a noise beyond a quiet whisper" She nodded.
"Alright. Alright. I'm going" Amanthe started off crawling agonizingly slowly. What I didn't tell her was that I never had to do all that; I could hear and smell prey from farther than they could me, and I was always faster than them. I could hear and smell, even in mortal form, that there was a boar ten meters infront of her. It was sleeping, a male. I had to hold myself back from lurching at it and killing it myself, it smelled so good, and I knew from experience how good boar meat was. Amanthe slowly crawled forward at the slow pace. I looked at her, smiling. Ten minutes later she was halfway there. Way to fast! I caught up with her silently, and whispered into her ear.
"Better refresh your smell, and move slower!" She grumbled, and whispered.
"Stupid dragon"
I whispered back.
"First point, I'm not stupid. Second point, it's drake. Dragons are fully grown, drakes halfway to being dragons are considered adults; I'm adolescent" She looked at me.
"How old ARE you?"
"Shhh! I'm three years old, not counting how long I was in my egg"
"WHAT? YOU'RE THREE YEARS OLD?" I heard a squeal and a ruffling, and put my hand to my face.
"And, you scared away the boar. Don't be so loud"
"You, you, you're THREE YEARS OLD?"
"Well, I spent one year as a whelp, and normally it's a hundred years as a drake, but it was I think a few months ago my aging was sped up. I'm going to be fully grown in two more years"
"You're three years old!"
"Um, yeah, is that a problem?"
"Well it's just that all other three year olds I've met were still babies!"
"Oh. That explains a lot. I don't know much about human life cycles" I looked around, and sighed.
"We've, or rather, you've just ruined any chance of hunting with your shouting. Let's go back to the city"
"Looking like THIS?" Amanthe spread her hands out, gesturing to all of her.
"Oh you'll be fine. Come on, let's go back" Amanthe groaned.
"Wait, how did you know there was a boar there?"
"I smelled it" She punched me in the shoulder.
"I hate you so much"
The trip back to Stormwind, Amanthe kept her head low and her face covered, not daring to look anyone in the eye as they looked at her completely covered in mud and grass, with a few leaves here and there. She'd brushed most of it off, but it still was caking her. The moment Amanthe was in her house she barged up the steps. I heard some grumbling about never being able to wear it again, the ripping of fabric, and Amanthe came down in the same clothing I had shifted to. She walked over to the shelves and got out some food.
"Oh, that reminds me, Catarina gave me this" I gave Amanthe the money I had gotten from the inscription shop. "I don't have any idea what I could use it for, so here" She pushed it back to me.
"I couldn't, it's yours"
"Amanthe, honestly. What could I possibly do with this?"
"Well, I don't know, buy stuff?"
"What would I need to buy?"
"You don't only have to buy things you NEED"
"But, well, that's pointless"
"It doesn't need to have a point"
"Look just take the money" Amanthe grabbed the money.
"Fine" She took out some pieces of meat as well as bread and set it on the table. I was eating some weird mysterious meat, making very sure to use proper 'table manners', when I heard Amanthe's voice.
"So how did I do with the hunting?" I looked at her.
"Good, good, just be slower next time, you moved too quickly. Five meters in ten minutes? No, slow down. It should have taken you half an hour to reach the boar, it was ten meters from you. And be more quiet next time, and refresh the smell"
"Got it. And another thing about table manners, don't talk while you have food in your mouth"
"So many rules"
"Again, it's a culture thing. So we can stop going to hunt, right?"
"No. You are not stopping learning to hunt until you are good at it" Amanthe groaned, letting her head fall into her plate. When she pulled her head up she seemed to be thinking of something hard, but stayed silent.
"What are you thinking about?" Her head shot up.
"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just, nothing, let's just finish eating. I'm going to go to sleep"
"Okay, I guess I'm a little tired as well" To be honest though, I wasn't. I hadn't done anything truly exerting all day, I had lots of energy to spare. I even walked up the stairs without a problem. What was up with that? I got into my room, stretched, and prepared to lie in the bed when Amanthe walked in. She was lacing her fingers together, like she was nervous about something. She sighed. I could faintly hear her heart drumming fast.
"Selriona, can I, ask you for something?" I looked at her.
"What?"
"Well, um, it's just that I've never, and the few times you were I couldn't get a, uh, good look, so, uh, oh screw it, could you shift back? I've never gotten a good look at a dragon before" I rolled my eyes.
"Drake, and sure" I took a deep breath and let the illusion ripple off of me. My clothing hardened and changed color, merging with my skin. The hair on my head once again coalesced and hardened into a few spikes. I shuddered a little as my wings and tail unfurled from titans know where. Eventually I stopped changing, and my actual form was in the room. It was a tight squeeze, and I had to curl around, draping my wings close to my body to keep them from hitting anything. For some reason they tingled slightly. Huh, probably nothing. I shook my head side to side a little. I turned my head to Amanthe, who was breathing heavily. I smiled.
"What?"
"It's just, I keep expecting you to kill me at any second" I shook my head.
"Again, I'm hurt"
"What's it like, having to be in a different form? Doesn't it feel small?"
"To be honest? No. It's not like compressing myself into a small boundary, I actually become smaller" Noticing her expression, I added: "Oh come on, I'm your friend, honestly" Amanthe swallowed and took a few steps closer until she was right by my side. I sighed and laid down, resting my stomach on the boards. The space meant I had to curl around a little. Amanthe kneeled down next to my stomach, raising a hand up closer to the soft flesh, which made me tense up for a moment, making her hesitate. It wasn't her, it was just that my stomach was one of my most vulnerable points. No armor, lots of vital organs, it was one of the worst places to be attacked. I remembered pinning him under me, my claws digging into his stomach would have made most drakes surrender, but not Verthel, Verth, Ver-. I relaxed myself.
"It's okay, just, some bad memories" Amanthe reaches out, touching my stomach gently. Even so arcs of lightning seem to move up and down, the stomach also being one of the most sensitive parts of our bodies; strikes there are not only damaging, but painful. I force myself to remain still. She shivered slightly, and moved her hand up to one of my scales, moving it slowly over it.
"You're warm. All the stories I've heard about twilight drakes you're cold" I curled my head over at her, Amanthe not looking me in the eye. That stung a little.
"Well, we're usually stationed in places that aren't exactly warm"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, we're cold blooded. The environment we're in changes our body temperature"
"Oh, I see. So, exactly why do you think you were sent here? I mean, you said some illusion of a dragon sent you here. Can you... describe this illusion?" I felt something warm against my chest and side; Amanthe was leaning against me, probably without even knowing it. I fought to suppress a smirk; let her figure it out herself.
"Well, it's voice was slow and patient, and it was like it was talking to me from all directions at once. The illusion itself was more like a bunch of gray shimmers that only barely could be defined as a dragon, but that's definitely what it was" Amanthe put rubbed her chin, going hmmm. Finally she gave up. I let my wings relax, them rising up a little.
"Guess we'll have to wait and see, won't-" She yawned. "-we" She then realized she was leaning up on me and was up in an instant. "Oh I am SO sorry" I grinned and whipped my tail out and tripped her. I extended my right wing and draped it over her, pulling her back in with it. I curled myself around her, pushing my head at her ribs.
"Amanthe, you're my friend, relax will you?" She took a deep breath and rubbed a hand along my scales.
"Alright. Think, think I can sleep here tonight?"
"Sure" Amanthe closed her eyes.
"Selriona, I, I just want to say, I trust you. It's good to have someone to talk to other than my brother. Good night" I laid my head down.
"Good night" I closed my eyes. I had a friend now. Maybe that's why the illusion had sent me to Stormwind? To have a friend after my old life ended. To help me get through losing Verthelion...
Maybe even to help me find him.
Review, let me know what you think.
I don't know ANYTHING about how you actually hunt, I made up all that on the spot. Feel free to point out mistakes.