The Equinox pulls into the Harbor, coming t a stop in its own secluded bay at the far end of the dock. As they sail past the Utherian fleet, they watch as friends, comrades, and soldiers emerge to cheering from the edges of the dock. Stormwind's many citizens and protectors cheer the heroes as they walk up the stairs leading back to the city. Valinae catches sight of many of her old friends from the Silver Hand, and makes a mental note to talk to them later on. The Equinox comes to a full stop, and the boarding plank drops to the solid oak logs of the docks. Valinae steps off first, followed by Sparr. Her comrades follow after. The soldiers and sailors stay behind to make repairs and guard the flagship. Valinae watches the militant forces exiting the boats. Sir Tenevus Stromheart, Grand Master of the Silver Hand, leads his knights at the front of the line. Along with him, Valinae's ex-husband Xmir Abel and his current spouse, Gonzy Etrina, recently married, each dressed in combat garb. Sir Eadric Tirigand, Grand Inquisitor of the Silver Hand, brought up the rear, having been on a completely separate vessel. Heroes of the Highguard, many of which Valinae did not know, emerged from the last warship. Everyone was bogged down, tired, and many were wounded heavily. Upon hearing the cheering from the population, their spirits were lifted, and they trudged on, feeling slightly renewed. Valinae's head still ached from the pummeling she received from the Truthful's Grand Admiral. The best part, however, is that the threat had been neutralized. The Army of the Truthful has been eradicated, and their terrorist actions no longer would haunt the citizens of Stormwind.

Valinae takes one last look at her ship, before following the crowd of wounded soldiers and friends. Her comrades follow close behind, Sparr slowly ambling his way along in the rear. They march through the streets, passing through the Cathedral District where the line seems to be flowing, stopping only to wave to friends before continuing on towards the Risen Flame headquarters in the Dwarven District. The cheering dies away, as the tired companions move through the soot stained streets. Everyone is in the Cathedral district, welcoming them home. Valinae never cared for publicity on such a grand scale. Bilgrick seems to want to go back, but he follows his comrades nevertheless, eager to receive his payment. They had been provided the money in advance, over 1500 gold per employee of the Risen Flame. There is an approximate amount of 15 mercenaries, battlemages, gladiators, and others under her jurisdiction.

They reach the small building serving homage to most everyone in the company. It is adjoined to the rest of th buildings in the district, making it blend seamlessly into the rustic atmosphere the dwarves have created. Valinae opens the door, and the smell of freshly baked cake wafts over the small group.

"Smells like someone knew we wouldn't get that much attention, loves." The worgen says over her shoulder as she steps inside the brightly lit building. There are stairs on her left leading down to the dwellings, and stairs on her right leading up to her small office. Laid out neatly in front of them, a waiting table for clients with four posh chairs around it sits in the middle of the floor. Bilgrick immediately jumps into the chair, excited to receive his pay. Rose calmly seats herself in the chair adjacent to his, legs crossed, and her delicate hands patting her thighs softly. Sparr shoves past a few chairs to the large carpet in front of the fireplace in the back of the room and lays down on his side, as a tired dog would rest after a long walk down the road. Valinae pushes past everyone and heads upstairs to her small office, casually padding up the stairs. She opens the door, and withdraws the giant chest of gold from her redwood desk. The desk is emblazoned with the orange torch of the Risen Flame, and bordered in gold. She hefts the heavy chest over her left shoulder plate, and carries it down the stairs. As many know, a worgen's strength is augmented almost tenfold what their human side would be able to do.

Valinae drops the heavy chest on the table, which creaks and groans in protest to the immense weight, and she throws it open, proceeding to divide the massive amount of currency within.

"You would think they would just give us a small bag enchanted with void magic for a payout this large…" Rose points out in a tired voice. She takes her share of the loot and shovels it into her coin pouch, which is enchanted with said magic to expand the inside and make it hold things larger than the small pouch itself. "Everyone has one of these things nowadays."

"I would say that they are testing us, love. They are seeing whether or not I can carry a 400 pound chest down the bloody stairs with a prosthetic limb." Valinae cracks a smile at this comment, obviously proud of herself in her small accomplishment.

"No, they wanted to thee if I could do it!" Bilgrick protests. He has removed his helmet, revealing fiery ginger hair, with a close cut beard to match. His glowing blue eyes, an eternal symbol of his undeath, are narrowed and a pout fit for a human child is visible under his facial hair. "I'm obviouthly the thtrongetht here!"

The worgen laughs, a harsh sound coming from the woman's throat. "Keep dreaming, love. Ya' have skill, but you've got a long way to go." The gnome rolls his eyes and slides his share into his pouch quickly, dropping a few coins in the process. He cleans up his lost fortune, the scurries out the door, heading towards the festivities. Rose sighs, but follows him, slightly less enthusiastically than the energetic gnome.

Valinae turns to Sparr, who watched the exchange closely. The chest is still full of gold, even though it weighs less than it did before. I don't know, love. I'm feeling kind of tired after that.

Obviously. You're swaying on your feet. Sit down, for fel's sake. Valinae takes a seat on the cushioned chair, and lets out a sigh of relief. The cake's scent still lingers in the air, chocolate, by the smell.

"Oi, loves! Your share of the action is ready!" She calls out, aimed towards the inhabitants of the dwelling beneath her. Because the headquarters is in the Dwarven District, the building would obviously have a subterranean level, owing to the nature of dwarves and stone. Rooms and living areas have been burrowed out from the ground below them, creating a network of individual living quarters for the employees of the mercenary corporation. No one heeds her call, however, and she frowns. Love, go check out where they're at, will ya'? She mentally speaks to Sparr, of course

I just got comfy, though! Why can't you?

I'm resting, love! Uggh, why do I even bother…

She rises from her seat slowly, and stretches out her legs. The worgen walks down the stairs to the dwelling, as it is officially dubbed, and looks around the room. The stone cavern has a fireplace against the left wall, a small kitchenette against the right wall, and plush furnishings and an ornate solid oak table in the middle of the room. The back wall leads into a hallway that branches off into the rooms for the mercenaries. She sniffs the air, but can smell nothing but the cake, which has been placed n the center of the table with special care. The worgen sighs and then moves to swipe some chocolate icing off of the cake with her right index claw and lick it off. She returns upstairs, to see Sparr scratching his flank with his hind claws. Nobody here.

You're surprised? The warp stalker looks at her, halting his endeavors to pursue the itch in his scales. They're most likely out with the festivities. We've been hunting down those bastards for over a year, they wanted to celebrate! If anything, I'm surprised you're not out there too, enjoying yourself. Go get drunk, make a fool of yourself, you lazy dog.

The worgen growls at the lizard, but she knows better than to attack her friend. Fine, I'll go. I'm assuming you're holding down the fort? The giant lizard nods his scarlet head and then continues to scratch his flank. Valinae sighs then, after making sure she had all of her weapons, walks out the door. She whistles for her mount, a fiery-colored flightless bird that she had trapped and tamed during a hunting trip in Mount Hyjal. She had named the bird Avasha. The bird trots up to the worgen, and butts her head against the worgen's palm.

"Are you up for some partying, love?" The bird squawks in affirmation, or maybe negation. Valinae was never sure with the bird. She swings her dog-like legs up and over the saddle placed precariously on the avian's back, then spurs the bird onwards, riding a short distance to the Cathedral district.

As the pair waltz into the district, festivities are in a full uproar. Bilgrick can be seen dancing with a bunch of other gnomes across the square, while Rose is sitting against the fountain, with a bottle of wine in her hands. Fireworks light up the night sky and a band is playing a joyous ode to the heroes of the city on the steps of the cathedral. Sir Eadric dances with his betrothed, Mother Leedra, whom stayed behind in the Cathedral during the battle. Xmir, who has only recently been knighted, is sitting with Gonzy on the rooftop of the orphanage, watching the fireworks in awe. Most everyone is wearing near formal attire, aside from the recently arrived heroes.

The worgen dismounts the bird, who runs off back to the stables, and walks over to the fountain, sitting next to Rose. The night elf gives the woman an acknowledging nod as she sits down. The two sit in silence, as the band plays on, people dance in the streets, lanterns strung from the windows and rooftops of buildings, and fireworks illuminating what the moons did not. Rose offers the worgen beside her a drink of the wine, and she hesitates, before accepting a drink. She hands it off to Rose, and continues to indulge in the music. The party ceases, however, when Sir Stromheart steps out of the Cathedral and demands the attention of the partygoers.

"Today marks a day that will live on in the tales of bards!" The powerful man's voice booms out across the square. "The Army of the Truthful has been eradicated, and no longer must we live in fear of what the shadows may hide!" The square erupts in applause and cheer as the feeling of safety flows over the city's population.

"It was a difficult and perilous fight, and we lost many brave lives to the savagery of the heretics. May the light bless those who have fallen." Rose raises her bottle in a toast. "But tonight, I wish to honor one group who fought through even when we had given up." He raises a gauntleted hand towards the crowd, seeking out someone. His finger reaches Valinae, and he shouts over the crowd. "Without the Risen Flame, and albeit their suicidal tactics, this day would never have been won. Commandant MacPharice, if you may?"

Valinae rises to her feet, shaking, having not expected such praise, but walks up proudly to the steps, and takes the man's hand. He throws her arm in hand with his up into the air. "Light bless the Risen Flame!" The crowd goes wild, and the party resumes into the night. The Stromheart offers his hand in a dance.

"S-sir, I'm not exactly dressed for that sort of-" Valinae stutters out, still dressed in her armor. The man is dressed in formal attire, an expensive looking black suit.

"Oh, who cares. It's a party!" He snatches her hand and the worgen lets out a yelp of laughter as the man dips her. Soon, Valinae is dancing in tandem with Stromheart.

"You should be honored, Valinae." He speaks in a low register so that only she can hear him. "A year ago, I ignored you. Beyond that, I shunned you. You've more than made up for your mistakes, and I forgive you."

"Thank ya', love." Her eyes glisten on the verge of tears as she continues to dance to her hearts content.