There was no explanation that Drakkon could think of to justify Tsage's decision. She knew just how dangerous the circumstances were bound to become. However curious the situation was, and despite the threat of knowing she could change her mind at any moment, everything had continued as normal, even with her more than frequent visits to check up on the state of the Vanguard. Well, normal may have been the wrong word to use. Dalaran had opened back to the public of Azeroth, and the adventurers were taking full advantage of it. The Crusade, itself, was busier than ever trying to keep up with it all and keep tabs on the who's, what's, where's, and when's of the affairs taking place in Northrend. Camps, towns, and settlements were springing up everywhere, on a consistent incline. Though Drakkon had already anticipated this, he had thought, by then, someone, somewhere along their travels, would recognize him for who he was. With everyone going through the Vanguard at one point or another, it was only a matter of time. Or so he thought. The bright side of the commotion was that the adventurers were more concentrated on assisting in the rebuilding process, rather than being on a set path of destruction to the Citadel.

Wolfe was living it up, of course. Doing everything in his power to be at the center of every plan anyone had. He was doing so just for the glory and attention, Drakkon knew that, but it also meant there wasn't a thing Wolfe didn't know about, and that was useful. Since Drakkon, himself, was doing his best just to stay away and keep his head down, it was beneficial to have someone actively watching for signs of trouble. The thing that had, obviously and unequivocally changed was the way the Crusade was treating Faiyte. Since the celebration in Dalaran City, everything had changed for her. In her own words, she explained it as a sexist reason of the worst kind. It was clear she was right, though. No one seemed to want to send her on missions or have her do anything even slightly straining or dangerous, since they had found out what she truly looked like. She'd explained the hood she wore was to eliminate that conflict. She said they would forget, eventually, as they had before, but it was still a trying time waiting for it. Along with having to deal with the over-protecting nature of the men in the Crusade, there were less favorable things she was having to deal with, as well. Men with the same sort of reaction to her true appearance that Wolfe had shown. It was clear to see it bothering her, too. Her temper was short, she withdrew herself from socializing, and avoided certain individuals all together.

Whether he would admit it or not, Drakkon felt sorry for her. She lived and breathed for the Crusade and their efforts, and they were no longer letting her be a part of what they were doing. For the majority of her days, she sat in the infirmary, operating solely as a healer, being told it was the only safe, yet still helpful, thing for her to do. She didn't thrive on safety. That much became clear quickly. It took a few days of debating and contemplation, before Drakkon suggested she assist him. He was sent out, more often than not, to gather supplies or aid in attack missions against unruly inhabitants of Northrend, and it was a better offer than her being stuck sitting around camp all day. He would rather have sent Wolfe to her, have her go off with him, but he knew where that would lead and Faiyte was already dealing with enough men propositioning her lately. Wolfe, ironically, being the worst of them, anyway.

Having Faiyte tail along with him meant, however, that he had to change the way he did things. Ghouls, abominations, and all manner of scourge forces still wandered Northrend freely. Usually, when out for supplies, he went alone, and was never bothered by them. With Faiyte along, it was much different. She was like bait, drawing them in and creating conflict that couldn't be as easily resolved as simply taking control of the situation. He'd already had one slip up in simply ordering an abomination away, then having to creatively explain his way around how he was able to do so. For the most part, though, he appeared to be safe, as long as no one realized who he was. They didn't, as far as he knew, and it was causing him to grow increasingly curious as to why.

"I'm going to end up killing your brother, you know." Faiyte commented as she came to a stop in front of Drakkon's station. He seemed unaffected by her comment, continuing to work without even glancing up to her. She took a moment, before cocking her head a bit in wonder. "You don't even want to know what he's done?"

"I assume he deserves it." Drakkon shrugged. "What has he done?"

"He's been talking to Duxar, saying they should stop me from leaving the Vanguard at all, other than to go home." She muttered. "And, as far as I know, Duxar is agreeing with him. Has he spoken to you? Tried to keep you from letting me go with you, when you leave?" She asked. Drakkon shook his head no.

"As if that would stop me." He commented, and she smirked slightly.

"Good." She nodded. "Nice to know someone is still treating me like I'm useful."

"I never said anything about you being useful. Actually, you're quite the pain." He commented. "But that doesn't mean you deserve to be cooped up in the Vanguard's limits."

"Well.. insults aside, I'm grateful. You seem to be the only one unaffected by what I look like."

"Should I be? It doesn't make you any less effective as a priest, it doesn't change who you are or how you do things." He muttered. "And, frankly, men like my brother, with that neanderthal like mentality towards women, are something to be frowned upon. Definitely not something I aspire to become. Why they allow themselves to become distracted and obsessed by such simplicity and render themselves incapable of effective action and rational thought is beyond me."

"Simplicity?" Faiyte repeated, turning her attention from watching around the Vanguard to look to Drakkon, who was still immersed in his potion making.

"No offense meant." He added with a slight shrug.

"So.." She began, turning to lean against the table. "Is that supposed to mean you don't find me attractive?"

"You've been walking around hiding your face from everyone from the moment I came here. It seemed like your goal was to prevent anyone from being attracted to you. You can't turn it around now, and act offended."

"That wasn't an answer." She said.

"Does it matter?" He rose a brow, giving a short glance up to her.

"It might." She nodded, watching him continue working indifferently. "I think you and I should have sex." At this, she had his full attention.

"What!" He asked, clearly shocked.

"You heard me."

"You can't be serious."

"Why not? We're both adults. It's merely a suggestion." She shrugged. Drakkon still looked quite baffled, however. "It's not like I'm asking for any sort of long-term commitment. Or, even, any sort of relationship at all. Just sex, no strings and no complications."

"You quite literally have all the men in this base following after you, trying to get your attention for just this purpose." Drakkon finally spoke. "Why choose the one that isn't?"

"That is the reason. I hate being tailed after and I can't stand men constantly bothering me. I don't need to get myself into something where whoever I choose will eventually end up wanting more from it. I don't have to worry about that with you at all. Not only because you're the only one not trying, but because I've known you long enough to see you won't get attached. There is not risk involved, and no hold-ups. You're the only one willing to treat me like I'm still just another woman in the world, and not something to obsess over." She explained. "Added the fact that you have already been to my home, away from here, you know the things I try to keep separate from my life, here, and I can trust you with that information." Drakkon said nothing, only watched her in slight curiosity. "Well?" She asked, after a bit of silence.

"This isn't a good idea." He said simply.

"Actually, it's a great idea." She smirked. "But it's not like I plan to force you into anything. Just.. You know where to find me, if you change your mind." She announced, moving from the table to stand straight, again. After a nod in departure, she started back through the Vanguard, leaving Drakkon at his station to process what, exactly, had just happened. Watching after her, however, caused him to realize Tsage was, yet again, in the Vanguard. Despite everything else going on, he had to talk to her, no matter how unsettling the thought was. With a slight sigh and another glance after Faiyte, he moved from his station to approach Tsage. She seemed a bit intimidated by it, when she noticed. In all her visits to Northrend to check on the situation Drakkon had always made it a point to ignore her.

"We need to talk." He commented, not even breaking his stride as he passed her, knowing she would follow.

"What's this about?" She asked, once they came to a halt in a more secluded area. The last thing he needed was for them to be overheard.

"I want to know why no one seems to know who I am." Drakkon said pointedly. "If anything, you and Wrynn should have alerted the Crusade, at least, to what I look like.. Ways to identify me. Clearly, neither of you did. Why?"

"It was in everyone's best interest." She said, and Drakkon rose a brow in skepticism. Tsage sighed. "After your attack on Theramore, and the resulting fall of Dalaran.. All we heard about after that was attack plans on the Citadel. Wild plans that made no sense and were not thought out. And, the way you were, we knew allowing them to go after you would likely result in too many deaths that we weren't willing to deal with. We prevented travel to Northrend, sent out a notice, and did everything we could to ease minds and calm the emotions of those directly effected." She explained. "First and foremost we were worried about the safety of the Alliance. I knew better than anyone just how far it would all go. You attacked Theramore out of anger at me, and Dalaran out of distrust of anyone setting foot on your continent. If we had allowed retaliation for justified events like those, I knew nothing would stop you, at that point, from bringing more of your forces into the remainder of Azeroth. Stormwind, probably, being the next logical place to strike." She said, pausing a moment. Drakkon gave a short, agreeing nod. "I've been to the citadel, I've seen how the scourge works, and I've heard what you all are really like, what you truly aspire to do, and it isn't to take over Azeroth. Though no one else seems to believe that, I know it's true, at least. Your concern is your own kingdom, your continent, and you don't care about the rest. So by preventing the outraged from attacking you and your kingdom, I hoped it would mean containment and safety."

"Then why allow the crusade to come back in?" He asked.

"That was not my decision." Tsage shook her head. "But, I could no longer sway the way others were thinking, and I figured things might have.. Cooled off, over the years." She gave another slight shrug. "What I didn't anticipate was you to be this understanding and accepting of it all. Allowing Dalaran to be raised again being the case and point of that conclusion. And, when I heard the scourge had cleared out of Crystalsong and the crusade had a clear chance at raising the city, again.. I knew the one and only reason that could ever happen is if you were allowing it to happen. Which is the real reason I came into Dalaran for the crusade's victory celebration. I knew you wouldn't allow the city raised again unless you were keeping a very close watch over it. And I needed to see, for myself, whether or not that meant you could be trusted." She said, watching him. "I need to believe this can become some sort of co-existence."

"Believe whatever you want." He said. "You keep them away from the citadel, and you won't have to worry, immediately." At this, Tsage gave a slight nod.

"Drakkon." She tried, stopping him as he began to turn away. Though he gave a small, irritated growl, he looked back to her. "I am sorry." She tried. "For everything that happened." At this, he gave a scoff.

"Just to be perfectly clear, it doesn't matter whether you're actually sorry, regret getting caught, or are just trying to create that co-existence you just mentioned. I don't forgive you, I never will, I still hate you, and I will not hesitate to kill you or anyone you send after me, should you betray me, again." He announced. "The best thing you could possibly do, for this to remain civil, is to stay away." At this, he continued on his way away from her without another word.