Finding rest was hard for the two of them. Eventually they found it, but the dust reminded them to stay awake. When the sun rose out of the window their eyes started to get aggravated. A small knock beckoned the bedroom door, as a small child would hit.

A gnome turned the knob and entered. He was in a suit and had massive glasses, "what! How could Lord Greymane put two children in this room! I thought he at least cleaned it." The short gnome shot glances at both of them, Anita had fallen asleep on a chair near the wind, and Nathan had taken an old red couch. "No matter," the gnome continued without introducing himself, "breakfast is prepared. Be quick, off- scurry along." For a man his size he was authoritative.

He neither escorted them nor told them where to go, but they went down the spiral staircase then followed voices, and it was easy to hear Greymane's loud laughter. "That woman tried to lie to me. Can you believe it? Saint Marth's Cathedral will be much better without that glutton running the place." Anita and Nathan peeked in the room. It was furnished with a reasonably large table. But what Anita noticed was the white haired lady sitting across Greymane with her legs crossed pointing in Anita's direction. "Queen Jaina. I did not know you would be here!" Anita gasped. The mage had aged many years since she had last saw her. The stress of politics was more fatiguing than working with the frost. The woman clapped her hands "it is good to see you Anita. Please, Lady is good, I am sorry for these circumstances. Please sit." A servant from the kitchen placed freshly boiled eggs with ham. Anita sat on Jaina's side.

The girl was hungry. "How could you let them not eat Greymane?" He did look sorrowful. "Please, I had to act quickly. I really thought with the Brotherhood lurking again this would be tied to it." Neither did Greymane seem to have gotten any sleep.

"Well it wasn't, and now Mother Matilda is dead. Most people blame you." He played with his undercooked ham. "You shouldn't be getting obsessed with tracking the nobility, they are not as evil as you think Greymane." He dropped the fork "maybe if you cared more about your enemies then your policies would be more accepted." His statement hurt her. "I'm sorry...the letter and this has me-"

"No don't be sorry, I am worried too and I should pay more attention to the nobles trying to undermine me. I never thought Stormwind's people could be so cruel even to hurt their own. This plague is destroying us, and still people try to exploit the weak."

Nathan however, paid no heed to their argument. He was almost done, and a young servant kept adding more to his plate. "Anyway, that letter is what did me in. I think it would be better if you showed it, Jaina." The Lady pulled Anita's plate away and put a hand on her shoulder "this may be a shock, but I ordered Matilda's chambers to be searched last night, and we found this tucked away." She handed the already opened and dusty letter which read thus

"To our little queen. May this divine gift bring ye comfort. May the world rest on your shoulders."

Anita read it, then let the letter sleep away from her trembling hands. Jaina's soft strokes on her shoulder helped ease the shock. "There is another one, I have not opened it and we agreed to have you do the honors." As a wolf, Greymane watched every wrinkle on the girl's face.

This letter was black with an orange seal. The engraving was a snarling dragon. After hesitation she opened it. However, the writing was strange. "What does it say?" Jaina asked. "I don't know, I can't read these symbols." The Lady held out her hand. Anita noticed a beautiful ring with the shape of a kraken.

"I don't know what this says either...dammit. It must be very old." Greymane held out his hand then read it as well. "Well, if you can't read it then it must be very, very old. There's only one man I know who is older than me and younger than you." Jaina blushed "thank you for your pleasant compliment. I am not sure when Vellan will be visiting Stormwind again."

"The Prophet doesn't visit, that would mean he was there for leisure." Nathan had read it too, "maybe you're a descendant of a god. That would be cool." The adults didn't seem amused, but Anita chuckled.

When the girl was done finishing her breakfast Greymane spoke "I know you are wondering about your masterpieces, both instruments are currently being transferred to The Royal Opera. Great people played, danced, and acted on that stage. It used to be very busy until the wars broke out. This city is in dire need of music, and perhaps this could be used as a donation fundraiser." He smiled at Anita and at Jaina. But she was not pleased. "I wanted to heal people, I wanted to be a priest and help those in need." Again, Jaina placed a hand on her shoulder, "wrapping bandages, casting spells, or forcing people to drink potions are not the only ways to heal people. Sometimes the sick just need to listen to something pleasant. You do have to promise me, as Archmage of Stormwind…that you cannot sing."

Anita nodded. "I know."