Zami sat hunched over leaning onto the little table, propping his chin up with his hand. He felt so gangly and overly-large, trying to force himself to fit on the little night elven bench. It was far too small, though he wasn't going to say anything about it. Mythene seemed to be in an actual good mood for a change, so he wasn't keen on ruining that by complaining. So instead he just sat quietly and thought to himself.

They traveled to the northern side of the city, far away from the Temple of the Moon where he'd awoken. Zami had stolen occasional glances around at the city as they'd walked. Not too much to seem suspicious, but enough to give him an image of his surroundings. The city was so strange compared to Orgrimmar. Trees grew everywhere. The entire city was enclosed by a circle of huge trees, and there were many smaller ones outside of the main paths. Even some of the buildings were built right out of the trees. Night elves really did like their trees, he supposed.

Zami found that he was particularly impressed by the lake towards the center of the city, which was broken up by pedestals, pathways, and little islands. It almost reminded him of those confusing rises of Thunder Bluff, but smaller. Zami smiled as he remembered how he and Zalu had gotten lost and wandered around the city in confusion before finally finding the Elder Rise.

And then his amusement faded. His thoughts turned to Zalu, as much as he didn't want them to. Where was his little brother now, he wondered? Was he still in Stranglethorn? Or maybe Jumi had taken him deeper into the Eastern Kingdom. Either way, it was probably for the best. They were no doubt far from the clutches of the Emerald Coven.

Was there even still an Emerald Coven though? Their leader had died. Jazax had seen to that, in his typical haphazard way. Although he did suppose it was possible Syrene had survived. Jazax had, after all. Then again, he was used to exploding. But still, the water could've softened the impact, right?

"What has it done?"

Zami blinked a few times, looking up as Mythene spoke. He took a moment to register what she had said before perking an eyebrow.

"You're glaring at your moonberry juice," She chuckled, gesturing to the cup in front of him, "What has it done to you?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, nothing," Zami shrugged, picking up the little cup.

He downed the entire thing in one sip, more as a gesture to Mythene than anything else, before setting down the empty cup. Now it was her turn to perk an eyebrow.

"You seem troubled," She commented, taking a small sip of her own cup before adding, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Zami said quickly, probably a little too quickly.

Mythene furrowed her brow, setting her own cup down, and turned her attention to giving him a scrutinizing scowl. Zami found that he buckled rather quickly under her gaze and gave a defeated sigh.

"I dunno," He shrugged, picking up his empty cup and pretending to focus on the inlain pattern, "Just thinkin' bout a lotta stuff, I guess."

"That much is clear," Mythene nodded, "Care to divulge?"

"Not really," Zami glanced aside, setting down the cup once more.

He thought for a moment before glancing back across the table to Mythene.

"What about you?" He asked slowly, almost cautiously.

Mythene perked an eyebrow, silently urging him to clarify.

"I mean, you prolly got stuff on your mind," Zami shrugged, "What're you thinkin' about?"

Mythene blinked for a moment, as though surprised by the question, before her expression became a bit lighter.

"Hm..." She gave a thoughtful glance at the ceiling as she took another sip of her cup.

A moment passed before she spoke up.

"I suppose I'm thinking about my sister," She said quietly, her expression dimming slightly, "I suppose I'm wondering if I could've saved her, cleared the fog in her mind somehow."

Zami tapped his hand against the table for a moment, weighing a decision in his mind. Once he decided, he cleared his throat.

"Ya sure she's dead?"

Mythene blinked like she hadn't even considered the possibility that Syrene had survived.

"Well, I suppose she could still live…" She mumbled, putting a hand on her chin, "But I don't think it would be likely she could do much harm. It seemed like most of the Emerald Coven defectors were with her. So even if she survived, I don't think it would be a concern."

She paused a moment, tapping her chin.

"Then again…"

Before she could elaborate, a night elven woman in armor approached their table. Zami looked up at her and immediately frowned, recognizing her.

"I had so hoped the rumors weren't true," Cassene sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Her words were in Darnassian, Zami noted.

"Sister?" Mythene echoed her Darnassian, "What are you doing in Dar-"

"So now you've brought the beast to Darnassus?" Cassene sighed drearily, "And while I'm on leave from Astranaar, no less."

Zami just rolled his eye, steeling himself for the coming onslaught of derogatory comments. Mythene, meanwhile, frowned tersely.

"Cassene, please mind how you speak about my student," Mythene said stiffly, causing both Zami and Cassene to perk an eyebrow.

"Oh, don't tell me you're still wasting your time trying to teach this beast," Cassene shook her head, and Mythene stood up.

"Sister, I have something to discuss with you. In private."

Cassene crossed her arms, her sneer falling to a serious expression as she caught the weight of Mythene's tone. Zami figured they were going to discuss Syrene, and the very real probability that she was dead.

"Go on then," Cassene nodded.

"In private?" Mythene repeated, glancing at Zami.

At this, Zami perked an eyebrow curiously. So, then, it must've been a different matter? One he couldn't hear about.

"The beast can't understand us," Cassene shrugged, causing Mythene to shake her head.

"Actually, I've been teaching him to speak Darnassian," She explained, gesturing to Zami, "He can understand us perfectly right now."

Cassene looked at Zami in surprise for a moment before scowling.

"Whyever would you teach that Horde scum to-"

"Sister," Mythene interrupted her sharply, "Might we speak in private now?"

Cassene huffed at being cut off but nodded.

"Excuse us for a moment then," Mythene nodded towards Zami.

"Sure, take your time, ladies," Zami said, making sure to pronounce his Darnassian as best as he could.

Judging by how Cassene looked more annoyed with each word, he figured he was probably doing a fairly good job. Zami briefly snickered to himself as they departed, before turning his focus to wondering what they were discussing. It was something Mythene felt he had no business knowing, so he supposed it was probably none of his business.

Deciding to just ignore his curiosity, he reached across the table and picked up Mythene's cup. As he was pouring its contents into his own cup, deciding she probably wouldn't miss it, he noticed several night elves around the inn were murmuring amongst themselves. At first he thought they were talking about him, but he quickly realized most eyes were locked towards the door. Zami turned to look over his shoulder towards whatever spectacle caught their attention. He perked an eyebrow in surprise, seeing it was that woman from before, High Priestess Tyrande. Her annoyed gaze met his, and she approached his table.

"Troll," She hissed in Darnassian, glancing around, "Where is your guardian?"

"Err-"

"She was not supposed to let you from her sight," Tyrande growled.

"Uhh," Zami rubbed his neck, unsure what he should say, "Well, she's…"

Before he could come up with anything, Tyrande sighed shortly and crossed her arms.

"Nevermind," She shook her head, "Come with me. We have much to discuss."

She turned and strode out of the inn, not bothering to look back to see if Zami would follow or not. Zami cocked his head to the side, glancing in the direction Mythene had gone, before looking back to Tyrande's receding form. After a moment of hesitation, he stood up.