Sleep was lost on Iyvee for the remainder of the night as she tried to wrap her head around just what had happened. Two questions came to her. One: What reason would Arthas want to keep Valari? And two: Of all the beings in Azeroth, why Val? It occurred to Iyvee that one would think Arthas Menithil would have better things to do with his time than kidnap a warlock—for instance, taking over the world like he'd been trying to do. There were a lot of warlocks around. None of this made much sense.
Then again, a lot of things in these times and in this world didn't make much sense to her. Not anymore.
Running a hand over her face, Iyvee finally sat up in the bed as she noticed the near-black sky turning lighter shades of gray as daylight approached through the space between the thin drapes that covered the small window. Well, at least she'd gotten some sleep (though with the snoring beast across the hall, she wasn't sure how much more she would've gotten, anyway). The list of jobs she would be doing for individuals and for the Horde would have to wait. Her best friend was far more important than whatever trinket she could work for. After all--wasn't the end goal for everyone supposed to be to bring an end to the rule of the so-called Lich King? It was just that Iyvee's reason was now extended beyond what it used to be. He'd already destroyed her family. He wasn't going to take the family that she'd made in her friends, too. 'Bastard,' she thought bitterly as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, pulled on her stockings, down her robes and felt around the floor with her feet in search of her shoes. Finding one, Iyvee slipped it on without too much hassle, but when it came to shoe number two, that was another thing altogether. Her stockinged toe caught the strap of her guitar which was leaning against the night stand next to her shoes. And as one could imagine, the lack of adequate light could be bothersome. So BONG! came down the guitar that Vaspien had given as a gift to her in her travels and FLIP went the shoe into the night stand which in turn knocked over the oil lamp—which by the grace of whatever deity of the day was present, wasn't lit.
"Damn stupid…" Iyvee huffed. "Can't possibly have fel lights around here. They're everywhere else. It's the bloody Alliance who keep their oil lamps and burn their homes to the ground." Who's idea was this mess? When she calmed herself for all of two seconds, Iyvee realized that no one had woken up from her musical debacle and she should leave before the roof came down instead.
Iyvee huffed and shoved her shoe on, grabbed her guitar strap and slung it over her shoulder. Thankfully her bag was settled on a shelf over the bed. The bag was small, but carried what she needed that was more important than to put into a bank. She stomped out of the inn, through the people still up and still drinking and still wanting her to perform for them. And not just sing. Grimacing, she hunkered down through the drunken stench and left the inn aiming directly for the cool morning air that would be fresh and welcome to her. Iyvee had one goal on her mind at this point and that was getting to Undercity. She had to speak with Sylvanas… one way or another.