"I know someone here who'll give us shelter for a couple of nights," Somfar says. "She's an old friend."
"By all means, lead the way!" Rein replies waving to the way in front of us.
"She lives just around the corner." We all follow Somfar as he leads us off the dock and past the inn. "But she doesn't have a big house, and she is great cook." He says the next part quietly. "And she's not afraid of the Horde."
We all pass the the blacksmith and Somfar knocks on the house next to it. We wait in silence, waiting for our soon to be hostess to open to wooden door. "Hold on a minute!" a female voice reaches through the door. "Calm down, James! There is a guest at our door!"
"I forgot to mention she had kids..."
The door opens just as he that. The woman's face was stern and mean, but when she saw the lot of us and her eyes landed on Somfar, her face brightened. "Somfar! What a surprise to see you here in Menethil! You should have wrote if you were stoping in! Wait, why are you here?"
"Long story, mission business, we'll explain it to you later, when the kids are asleep," Somfar explains in quick Common.
"We got kicked out of the inn," I say not even knowing what they were saying. These are the first words I have spoken to these people, the human race. I didn't know that she couldn't understand me.
Her brown eyes flicker to me and then locked onto Rein's. "Who is she?"
"Long story," Rein said.
"She doesn't know Common," Lar says and ushers us into the building. My hood still over my head and eyes, not letting me get a good look at the house.
"Who is she, then?" she asks again.
"Calm down, Marie," that's the voice of Teher, soothing and calm.
"I thought you said she liked the Horde?" I ask Somfar.
"To a point in which she knows the situation. In this one, she does not. We are not to tell her the truth of you being here." His voice is quiet in which I can only hear him, "Understood?"
"Yes, but why?"
"I will tell you on the boat."
Before I am able to say something Marie comes over to me and slides the hood off my face. "She is beautiful. Her changing eyes complement her hair," Marie says examining my face. Her hair is blonde and eyes a pale brown, her figure is curvy and just a head taller than me. "Where ever did you find her?"
The question was directed to Rein, the leader of our little band. "Huh? Oh, we found her wondering around outside the Wetlands. She said she would like to become neutral and familiar with our kind," Rein explains and letting a wink stray to Teher. Somfar translates in my ear.
"Wait! What?" I yell. These people are crazy.
Rein lets out a laugh. "Ha, I would never do such a thing to a Blood Elf. And, anyway, she is not the kind of girl to do that, and I have somebody waiting for me in Darnassus." Somfar translates again for me. I let out a sigh of relief.
"We were sent for her to get her to compromise, an agreement for food. We will ship them some of our hides and they will ship us some of their Bloodthistle I think it was."
"You're trading for drugs?" Marie asks.
"Yeah, I think. It was that or some DragonHawk eggs. I think it was the latter."
Once Somfar translated, I realize that he is messing it all up. "It was DragonHawk eggs, Rein!" I blurt out.
Silence sinks in once again after my our burst. "Why are you not afraid of the Horde, Marie?" I ask. Rein translates and Marie answers.
"Many people these days teach their children to fear the Horde. It's vice versa with your people teaching your kids to fear us," I listen to Somfar translating word for word.
"What would be the meaning of trying to stop the war when our children are taught to resent the other side? It is pointless. I teach every child I teach the meaning of life, love and being in peace. They all understand that their parents would not like this and search for another teacher."
"Wait, you teach?" I ask after Somfar translated.
"Yes, I do. I have presently thirteen kids coming in every weekday. I teach them what they need to know to survive in a world that does not thrive on hurt and war. they tell their parents they are learning basic reading, writing and math. Everyone is happy in this little town. I have three kids of my own."
She stops herself for a moment as if thinking about this. "Would you like some tea?"
"Oh, yes please. Where are your kids, ma'am?"
She heads in a side kitchen and says through the wall, "One has recently turned 18, of age in his father's book and has turned to war. Another, he is about your age, Arcissa. He is tall, handsome and reckless, he is somewhere hunting right now, he should be home any minute. James, my youngest, just turned five." She walks into the main room again, holding five cups of tea on a tray, where we are all sitting on the furniture.
"He is somewhere in the house," Marie says passing out the warm mugs of tea.
"Where is your husband?" I ask after Somfar translates, again.
"Him? Well, he is long gone. By years. He left when James was being born, he found out about me and my secret teaching. He hates the Horde. Thinks they killed his poor daughter. She was asking for it, she was the one that was out in the world cuddling with them all. It would be sooner or later when she got killed."
Her daughter was the one I heard about when I was eleven. She came into Silvermoon secretly, snock into an inn and was doing some weird things to a couple of elves. I was never much of the person to like the human race, even before I knew that their kind was like that. Sluts, Starmoon liked to call them.
"Oh, I am sorry."
"He hates the Blood Elves the most," she mumbles.
"Why?"
"She was killed by them, your kind. So if you ever cross paths with my husband, he will kill you in an instant. He is a general, do not cross his path, he changed his name."
"Yes."
"Mother, I'm home!" a male voice rings out from the front door. "Mother?"
"In here, Jacob!" Marie yells. "We have some company."
"Hello the-" Jacob starts but he has his bow drawn the second his eyes land on me, his arrow pointed straight at my heart. The heart I promised to save for Firefoy when I was seven.
"Jacob! Put the bow down!" Rein yells, his voice faint in the distance.
Jacob starts to talk in my language. "You're a Blood Elf?"
"Yes," I answer calm and collected. "You are a human."
"What are you doing here?"
"Visiting. Why do you have an arrow pointed at my chest?"
"Because... because... you surprised me." But before he can point the bow at the ground, his tired fingers slip off the arrow, with it fully pulled back at the string. The arrow flies through the air, straight to my heart.