The Furbolg King did not speak common. He spoke in clicks and gurgles. The Furbolg King had a great big staff with an Orc head on top of it. The staff made the group nervous. How did he obtain that skull? The Furbolg cave wasn't nearly as disgusting as anyone had expected. The tunnels were wide enough for five people to walk comfortably side by side and the floor was dry as opposed to the rest of Felwood. The walls contained an assortment of symbols and pictures which could be their style of writing.
The Furbolg King had greeted them by bashing his great staff into the ground and making a few short clicking sounds followed by a loud gurgle. The group stared, surprised and not understanding. Lirash grinned, seeing his guests were confused. "He ask where we come from. He wants to know what we want, where we going. You tell."
"Uhm..." Tyran gurgled and clicked a few times. Shei covered Tyran's mouth, seeing the Furbolg King grow angry. The Furbolg pounded his staff on the ground twice and growled.
"Oh gosh. Lirash, how do we say 'We come from Orgrimmar, we wish to enter Moonglade?" Ylanna asked quickly, seeing the Furbolg King get angry.
Lirash laughed. Tyran had babbled a bunch of nothingness and the Furbolg King thought he was mocking his language. What an absolute fool that elf was. Lirash weighed the possibilities and shrugged. He spoke the language of the Furbolgs and told their King the information in addition to the fact that the travelers didn't know his language.
The Furbolg King turned to Tyran and spat in his face. Bjorn was about to bring his sword out but Ylanna stopped him. The giant monster glared at Bjorn in warning, pointed to a tunnel and roared. Lirash bowed to the monstrosity and headed down the tunnel. The others followed as Tyran tried to wipe the slimy substance off of his face.
The mucus didn't come off easily and instead it just ended up on his hands, arms and pants. Tyran gave up, he would take a bath at Moonglade.
The tunnel was not long and it ended after just a few minutes of traveling. A large door appeared in sight. It had a marking that looked like a tree or a large plant. Ylanna gasped. She had seen this tree before. This was the door from her dreams. But unlike the door from her dreams, this one acted normal. It didn't rush away, and it didn't try to run into her.
The door seemed to glow with a warm green light. Tyran ran to the door, curious at the phenomenon. He placed his hand on the door and vines came out of it, twisting around his hand. Surprised, Tyran tried to jerk his hand back. His tries were futile as the vines held him still. He cried out to his friends, thinking the door was trying to eat him.
Rhukaa laughed. "Don't worry Tyran, just relax. It's judging you. Only people with good intentions may enter Moonglade."
This did not stop Tyran from trying to break free. It was too weird. The door, judging people! Eventually he relaxed and after a few moments, the door opened for him. It stayed open only a few seconds and then shut again. Tyran was alarmed, being separated from his friends, but was reassured a few minutes later when Ylanna came in. Next came Bjorn and then Rhukaa. Shei entered next and Lirash ran in after Shei put her hand on the door. Tyran raised his eyebrow but shrugged.
Tyran turned from the door to look at Moonglade and gasped. He had never seen so many imps- flowers, that is- in his entire life. The trees grew to all heights and all were a vibrant green or yellow or red. Nothing was dying. Flowers and crops of all shapes and sizes littered the land, growing larger and in larger numbers than Tyran had even thought possible.
Ylanna smiled at the bright blue sky. It was such a contrast to Felwood's nasty green sky. Moonglade had great clouds of all shapes and there was even a rainbow to hint that it had rained recently. The grass was soft and there was a fine marble path that led through the small country.
While the group was gawking at the scenery, an elderly Tauren approached them. He waited for the effect of the country to die down a bit before he made his presence known. "Travelers. I welcome you to the land of the druids. What brings such a diverse group to the land?"
Shei and Rhukaa bowed to the Tauren, everyone else followed suit. Rhukaa explained. "Many things have brought us here, elder. There is a great plague that ravages Orgrimmar as we speak. I was wondering if your people would meet with me to discuss it and its causes."
"Ah. The plague. I've not heard of this plague until now. All of my people abandoned Orgrimmar when Lp took control. I will try to assist you in any way I can. Please, come share our meal with us."
The elderly Tauren led them to a large foldable table located outdoors. Many people were already sitting. Most were Treants, Night Elves and Tauren. There was one human in the crowd, however, and Rhukaa raised an eye at this. He had never seen a human in Moonglade before.
Everyone took a seat and thanked Cenarius for their meal before eating it. All vegetables and fruit, Bjorn frowned, he wondered when he'd be able to eat some meat.