Drakkon stayed on the outskirts of the city as much as possible. It was far worse than he had been expecting. It wasn't just the Vanguard soldiers, or even the entire population of Crusade in Northrend. It was all of them. It seemed like only a matter of time before one of them had to realize who he really was. Though Solara was the initial reason he'd been forced into the floating city, Wolfe was keeping him there. The paladin assured everything would be fine, and that they should be there to keep an eye on what was going on. If the entire Crusade had come together, he'd argued, they were bound to talk about courses of action or plans regarding Northrend. He had a valid point, but that certainly didn't make anything more comfortable. And, since Drakkon was naturally paranoid, it only made it that much worse that he didn't have his armor or weapon with him. His claw could only go so far, and certainly wouldn't hold up against the entire Crusade army.
"Honestly, it's rather obvious you'd like nothing more than to jump off the edge of the city, right now." Wolfe commented as he finished his wandering about Dalaran and stopped next to his brother.
"Can you blame me?" Drakkon grumbled.
"Just relax, it's a party. Nothing malicious is going to happen." Wolfe assured. "Here." He held out a drink, which Drakkon hesitantly took, as though it must be filled with poison.
"I shouldn't be here."
"Right. You should be back at the cita-"
"Hey!" Drakkon interrupted, glaring over to the blood elf. "There are far too many people around for you to be talking that loud."
"There's really no reason to panic, Drak. Everything will be fine."
"No reason?" Drakkon huffed. "There's plenty of a reason! You don't see anything about this situation that rouses any form of concern?" He demanded. He had lost Wolfe, however. Wolfe's attention was focused on a night elf woman who had, as Drakkon spoke, walked up and stolen the untouched drink he held, chugging it down. "And what the hell is this?" Drakkon asked haughtily, finally addressing the situation as he gestured to her.
"Perfection." Wolfe commented. Of course, the statement was justified. The blue haired night elf was, indeed, stunning. She finished the drink quickly, focusing her golden eyes on Drakkon in a slight glare.
"I don't even want to hear a damn word of complaint from you! I needed that a lot more than you did, Drak! Do you see what they've got me wearing!" She hissed in a draeneic accent as she gestured to the tight black dress she wore in a bit of disgust.
"Faiyte!" Wolfe and Drakkon had asked it in unison, each stunned.
"Who the hell else would I be?" She muttered, holding up the empty cup, which Drakkon cautiously took back as though it were coated in a dangerous, foreign substance, holding it slightly away from himself. "I'm sorry.." Faiyte muttered, lifting a hand to massage her temple. "I just.. I really didn't want to come to this damn thing. I'm so stressed.."
"So that's what you were hiding under that cloak of yours?" Wolfe asked, a wild smirk crawling onto his face. "You know, I could probably find a way to relax yo-" Wolfe started, reaching out a hand and attempting to rest it on the small of her back. Faitye spun, suddenly, smacking his hand away and pointing to him threateningly.
"I already made a vow to myself that I would slaughter the next man that tried to touch me, Wolfe!" She growled. "Back off!"
"Yes, ma'am." Wolfe gave a nod, eyes widening a bit in shock. There was a call of her name from within the crowd, and she snarled a bit under her breath as she glanced towards it. She gave one last look back to Wolfe, then started off without another word. "Damn." Wolfe's smirk returned as he watched her leave. "All that and feisty, too." He snickered. "Did you know about this?" He asked, glancing over to Drakkon. He gave a slight shake of his head, then quickly held out the cup to Wolfe rather insistently. Wolfe took it, looking to the cup, then back to his brother with a raised brow. "Are you alright?" He nodded. "Then why aren't you talking?" Wolfe asked, cocking his head a bit. Then, he smiled. "Oh, you like her, don't you?" At this, Drakkon's hard scowl came back instantly.
"Of course not. I don't like anyone." He insisted. "Don't be an idiot."
"Alright, so.. If you don't like her, you won't mind if I.." He trailed, then gestured after the path Faiyte had taken.
"Go ahead. It doesn't look like you'll have much luck, though." Drakkon muttered.
"Oh, come on. You know me." Wolfe laughed. "I'll find a way." He said proudly, looking back into the crowd. He gave a glance back to Drakkon, then took a step forward. He was stopped, however, by a very familiar voice.
"Wolfe!" A woman called. At recognizing the voice, before even seeing her, he quickly looked back to Drakkon in shock. He was gone, however. Seemingly disappeared. He didn't have time to look. "Oh, light, it is you!" She continued, approaching him. Her raven hair was pulled back in a bun, and she wore a very regal looking long dress of white and gold.
"Hello, Devon." Wolfe gave an attempt at a friendly smile, but it came off rather forced and weak. What was he going to say?
"What the hell are you doing, here?" She asked, glancing around a bit. Wolfe faltered.
"I've joined the Crusade." It was all he could think to say, and she rose a skeptical brow. She paused a moment, then gestured for him to follow as she started away. She ducked into one of the unoccupied buildings, and Wolfe cautiously followed, glad when she didn't shut the door, after them.
"What's really going on?" She asked. "Why are you really here? Are you alone? Is this some sort of trap."
"It's not a trap." Wolfe assured. "I really did join the crusade. You can ask Thaddeus Duxar, himself. He swore me in not too long ago."
"What happened?" Devon asked, watching him carefully for lies. Wolfe looked back to the door for a moment, assuring no one was outside the building listening.
"I found the Crusade in the old Vanguard. I left the citadel to join them, because I was sick of all the... Chaos." He decided on the word after a moment. "Things have gotten far too bad, in the scourge. It needs to be stopped." He attempted to sound as convincing as possible. He gave another glance around. He was sure Drakkon was lurking somewhere, watching.
"And.. You're alone?" She asked, and he gave a slight nod, finally looking back to her. Though, his eyes searched the building behind her. "Then why do you keep looking around?" At this. She gave a glance around, herself. "Who's here with you?" The question was a demand. She knew. As she spoke, there was a pain in the back of Wolfe's head, as he felt like he was struck by something from behind. He snarled, bringing a hand to the back of his head as Devon quickly looked back to him.
"No one else is here." He insisted.
"What-" She began, gesturing to the grimace on his face, and his stance with his hand on the back of his head.
"Oh, I've just had a headache all day." He gave a slight shrug. "Not much sleep, with all the work getting the city back up."
"Wolfe." She huffed. "What are you hiding?" At this, there was a growl of anger, and Drakkon appeared from thin air beside them, causing Devon to gasp loudly and take a few quick steps backwards in surprise.
"You're completely useless." Drakkon snarled to Wolfe. "Get out." He ordered.
"Drak, don't hurt-" Wolfe gave an attempt, but the angered glare from Drakkon quickly stopped him. Wolfe gave one last look to Devon, then obediently left the building. Drakkon took hold of the door as he did so, slamming it shut and rounding on Devon.
"If you would just mind your own damn business, you wouldn't find yourself in these sorts of situations." Drakkon shot.
"It is my business." She said, her eyes glancing from Drakkon to his claw intermittently. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same damn question." He snapped. "You aren't part of the Crusade."
"I heard the city was raised again, and I wanted to come see it for myself." She clarified, giving a look to the door. Unfortunately, Drakon was between she and it.
"The Crusade hasn't opened it up again. They just let you come here?"
"They have to." She said. "Why did you let them raise the city, again?"
"What do you mean they have to?" He demanded, ignoring her question.
"I mean they can't stop me." She said, finally focusing on him, directly. "I assume you have some sort of cover going with the Crusade, since you're here?" He didn't answer. "It seems like, if you hurt me, that cover would be blown?"
"Well, it will be whether I kill you, or not, now." He said pointedly. "So why not get the added benefit of getting rid of you?"
"Because if you let me go, I won't say anything." She said, and he rose a brow.
"And I'm supposed to trust you?" He scoffed. "Look how well that worked, last time."
"Just... Why did you let them raise the city, again. Truthfully?" She tried, taking a brave step forward. "If you don't have any ill intent.. Why would I stop you?"
"Why wouldn't you?" He asked, genuinely curious, though he kept his dangerous appearance.
"Because if you're letting the rest Azeroth back into Norhrend, there is nothing for me to be upset with." She said. "So.. Is it a trap? That's all I'm asking."
"No." He said, and she gave a nod.
"Alright." She said. "Now, its up to you. You could easily kill me, right now. I'm unarmed and unguarded.. And you always have that.. Weapon.. With you... But, if you do, they will know it was you simply for the fact that you are the only one here who does have a weapon, other than the guards. And someone out there is bound to notice you come out of this building.. Or, you can let me go, and trust that I won't say anything." Drakkon took a moment, thinking.
"Queen Wrynn?" A call from outside sounded, and Drakkon gave a glance over his shoulder to the door, before looking back to Devon in question. She gave a slight nod.
"Like I said.. My death wouldn't go without an investigation." She said. As the guard outside called again, She looked to the door. "Whatever decision you make, you had better do so quickly." At this, Drakkon, rather reluctantly, stepped aside and gave a slight gesture for the door. Devon nodded with a smile "Good."
"If you're lying, don't think I won't show up an Stormwind to finish this." He said threateningly.
"Of course." She nodded. "But don't think I won't be checking up on you, either." She said, then continued past him and out of the building. Drakkon took a moment, watching out the door after her. He knew from experience she couldn't be trusted. After all, it was her fault the entirety of Northrend collapsed beneath him. And she made the mistake of trusting him, after what he'd done. None of it made sense. Tsage wasn't an idiot. If Drakkon wanted to level the Crusade's bases, he could do so faster than they could retaliate. She knew that, so what was the point of allowing things to continue?
"Drak?" Wolfe asked, cautiously moving into the building. "What happened? Is everything alright?"
"She's the Queen of Stormwind, now." This was the only thing Drakkon could manage to say, and he was a bit surprised at himself. There were plenty of other, more pressing things at hand than that.
"I gathered that." Wolfe gave a slight nod, looking toward the door. "From the guards following her back into the crowd.." He looked back to Drakkon. "So, what do we do?"
"Nothing." Drakkon replied, moving for the door. "She isn't going to tell anyone we're in the Crusade."
"Why?" Wolfe looked downright shocked, and quickly tailed after Drakkon.
"If you figure that one out, tell me." Drakkon shrugged. "I'm going back to the Vanguard." He announced, after glancing back toward the crowd.
"If she said she isn't going to do anything, then you don't have to worry." Wolfe tried.
"You're an idiot." Drakkon sighed, and Wolfe frowned in argument. "You can continue trusting whoever you want. Even those who have proven they don't deserve it, if that's what you want to do. But if she's lying, just to keep me in the city, so she can go tell whoever she needs to tell, I do not stand a chance, here. I'm leaving." He said pointedly. "Keep an eye on her." He gestured to the crowd, and Wolfe gave a nod.