Zami followed Tyrande back to the Temple of the Moon, his thoughts never straying from the anxious. What would happen when Mythene returned and he was gone? Would she go off to look for him? Would she even know where to look? How would they find each other again? And what did this High Priestess lady even want with him?

When they entered the Temple, Tyrande was approached by that priestess from before, Desana.

"High Priestess, welcome b-oh?" Desana stopped as her gold eyes flicked over towards Zami, "Ah, is it time then?"

"Yes," Tyrande nodded, "Gather the other priestesses and leave us."

"Of course, High Priestess," Desana nodded quickly, glancing again at Zami as she hurried past him.

Zami cocked his head to the side, starting to feel a bit weary. Why would she want them left alone? Unless she intended something unsavory. Like killing him. Zami glanced over at Tyrande and looked her up and down, measuring his abilities to fight her. She didn't look too tough, and she was just a priest. They were mainly healers, right? He didn't want to underestimate her, but he decided he probably could take her, at least enough to escape.

"Troll," Tyrande glanced back over her shoulder, her tone commanding and full of warning, "Release your weapon this instant."

Zami perked an eyebrow before glancing down and realizing he had instinctively moved his hand to grip the hilt of his dagger. He quickly moved it away, cursing his instincts.

"Be at peace. You have nothing to fear," Tyrande stated factually, rather than attempting to soothe his nerves, "I only wish to talk."

Zami relaxed his shoulders a little, not realizing they'd become so tense. It was quickly becoming clear why Mythene was so easily able to read his thoughts and emotions. It wasn't just his face. His entire body betrayed him in that regard.

As Tyrande approached the central pool, and Zami nervously followed, several night elves in priestly garb made their exit, with Desana following behind the last. Soon, the entire Temple was empty. All except for Zami and Tyrande.

"I wonder where I might begin," Tyrande said as she stood beside the water, speaking more to herself than Zami.

Tyrande then turned and glanced back at Zami, gesturing him to approach, before gesturing to the large statue.

"Do you know who she is?" She asked, her tone testing.

"Uh," Zami paused to remember the name Mythene had told him, "Haidene? Right?"

"Very good," Tyrande nodded, looking back towards the statue, "High Priestess Haidene was the very first High Priestess. She lived many thousands of years ago, in an age beyond ages. It was she who taught our people of Elune's existence. She first heard the Goddess speak to her, guiding her."

Tyrande continued to stare up at the statue.

"Truly, she was blessed," Tyrande continued, "To hear the goddess."

Zami suddenly had an inkling he knew what they were going to be talking about. And it made his stomach hurt.

"When Archdruid Moonshadow pled your case to us, asking for your diplomatic immunity, she explained many things. Including that you are favored by Elune."

"Err, well-"

Zami wasn't able to get out anything further before Tyrande spun around to face him, her white eyes blazing with hot fury.

"She spoke of your ridiculous claims," Tyrande hissed, "That you have seen the goddess."

"Well, I-"

"A laughable idea!" Tyrande interrupted him, clenching her fists by her sides, "Why would the goddess reveal herself to you? A troll of the Horde? And not I, her chosen Priestess?"

Zami blinked for a moment, before suddenly everything clicked into place. She didn't just hate him because he was a troll, or a member of the Horde. She was jealous.

"Well…" Zami began slowly, wondering if he'd be cut off again, "Maybe I… didn't?"

"Of course you didn't, the goddess would never…" Tyrande trailed off, stopping herself.

With a frustrated sigh, she glanced over her shoulder, back to the pool of water. She stared for a long moment, before closing her eyes and bowing her head. Then her fists, which were still clenched at her sides, relaxed and loosened.

"It is not my place to say what the goddess may or may not do," She muttered, opening her eyes and turning to face the water, "Perhaps you did see her."

Zami perked an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden change of opinion.

"Perhaps it has something to do with that eye of yours. You may already see directly to the Emerald Dream, which many could never imagine possible," Tyrande glanced back before adding, "Especially not for a troll."

Tyrande gave a quieter, shorter sigh before crossing her arms and turning to face him. Her expression no longer showed any signs of her previous anger or malice, but now a genuine curiosity.

"Tell me, then, of what you have allegedly seen."

Zami recounted the story, making sure to point out that he had seen the laughing woman in the water before his eye had healed. The day before, actually. He'd never really thought to connect the two things. Then again, he'd never really thought about a lot of this stuff. It was a bit too much to handle by this point, and he was kind of just winging it through absurd situation after absurd situation.

As he recounted the story, including the dream of the moon woman he'd seen when he'd arrived in Nighthaven, Tyrande only listened. She occasionally nodded her head or perked an eyebrow, but otherwise offered no comment. When Zami finally finished telling her everything, Tyrande turned around to face the water again.

"I see," She said quietly, looking at the water.

A moment in silence passed before Tyrande glanced back at him over her shoulder.

"That will be all for now, then, troll," She said, with no venom on the word troll, much unlike before, "I must reflect upon this information. You may go for now. Return to your Archdruid, and leave me to think."

Zami nodded, turning to exit. He hoped he'd be able to find his way back towards that inn. Maybe a sentinel could help him or something. Just before he passed through the large archway, Tyrande looked back.

"Ah, one final thought, troll," She spoke up, stopping him in his tracks.

Zami looked back at her curiously.

"If the goddess is truly involved in your journey, then I believe it is no coincidence that you are accompanied by Archdruid Moonshadow."

Zami turned around, eyebrow perked, and cocked his head to the side.

"For you see," Tyrande turned back to the statue and gestured to it with a purple hand, "High Priestess Haidene was her mother's grandmother."