The pathway to the Violet Citadel was cluttered with all the citizens of Dalaran from morning to night. Every time Rai tried to make his way closer to the stairway people would shove him out of the way and to the near back. Eventually he gave up and went to the tavern and sat down for a drink to wait and see if things would calm down as time goes by. Hours passed and the crowd didn't lessen a bit. Though, finally after a few more hours of waiting and a little too much drinks, Rai noticed the cluster moving away from the Citadel. A very tall man, with long, shining silver hair was descending the steps with a smile on his face. Rai quickly paid his bill and ran out the door. The man seemed exhausted and slightly annoyed at all the attention that hasn't let him be since he arrived. Smirking triumphantly, Rai wiped any hair from his face and gathered as much poise as he could, considering all the alcohol he had consumed the past hours. Just as he was about to approach the stranger, an odd force field had knocked him back, making him collide with the well in the street. Everyone that was in the vicinity, including the man turned to look at Rai, near unconscious. Stepping up next to the guest was an average height man with bright red hair. As Rai raised his head to look at what was in front of him, just blurs swirled. Blood streamed down the side of his head. He could see the man with red hair approaching him slowly, bending down next to him. The man whispered out an apology.
"I'm terribly sorry... This was my fault..." the red head told Rai. Rai lolled his head to the side and blinked a few times, trying to clear his sight to get a better look at the man. As his vision cleared slightly, Rai recognized him.
"Rh-Rhonin?" Rai asked. Rhonin nodded and attempted to wipe the blood clean as best he could with a cloth from his pocket.
"Yes. I again apologize, but you looked you had too much to drink this evening, and I've noticed you've been trying to get into the Citadel ever since our guest has arrived. You sort of looked like a man on a mission to attack him, I might've over done it a little," Rhonin explained. Pushing himself up onto his knees and trying to get back onto his feet, Rai glared at him best he could.
"You... you're aware what... he is, right?" Rai questioned. Rhonin frowned.
"And what's that? A high elf?" Rhonin replied. Rai scoffed.
"I've heard rumours about our "guest" here. Some said he's a..." Rai paused, glancing over Rhonin's shoulder to the man trying to get his entourage to leave him alone.
"A what?" Rhonin pressed.
"A dragon..." Rai finished. Rhonin burst out laughing and clapped a hand onto Rai's shoulder.
"You've had FAR too much to drink, my good man. Now, I'll return you to your quarter and get you fixed up. Once again, I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you today," Rhonin gave him one more good pat on the shoulder before passing him onto the guards of the Sunreaver.
As Rhonin turned to leave, his face grew dark and concerned. Had those rumours been floating around? He must talk to the guest immediately.
Sitting alone atop the ledge of the Dalaran edges, Lenoria was thinking of ways to escape here and get back to the Eastern Kingdoms. She couldn't very well fly there, the journey would be too harsh for any mount, let alone there would be no place for rest for a long time. She then thought of the zeppelins or a boat. Jumping to her feet, she hurried off back to her room. As she was running down the street, the commotion of people seemed to be dissipating. They all seemed to be back in their normal routines and like everything were normal again. Pausing, she decided she'd better pay a visit to Rai. Walking towards the Sunreaver's Sanctuary, she politely asked the guards if she'd be able to see Rai, she had something important to tell him. One of the guards gave her a sympathetic look and told her that Rai had been injured and returned to Orgrimmar, to his home. She now had a reason to leave Northrend, but not the way she had intended. Was he okay? She was worried. Begging the guards now to tell her where Mira and Khrix might be, they told her that they too had gone back to Orgrimmar with him.
"But why wouldn't they tell me? It doesn't make sense!" Lenoria yelled. The guards then told her they don't know and that she was to leave the premises now. Confused and upset, Lenoria wandered slowly towards the Silver Enclave. Taking the longer way, she looked up to the sky and sighed heavily. Muttering could be heard as she passed the Violet Citadel. Stopping, she turned to look up the stairway and see two men talking quietly together. One was the man who was visiting and the other was Rhonin. The two men paused and looked down at her. The stranger raised a hand as a wave and gestured she come towards them. Frozen on the spot, Lenoria smiled nervously and stepped back.
"Please, come here," Rhonin called to her. Lenoria shyly took a step forward, but froze again. What if she was in trouble? She didn't hear anything. But as she stopped, the man beside Rhonin made his way down the stairs toward her.
"It's alright. We're not going to hurt you," he laughed. Grabbing one of her arms gently, he guided her up the steps. Now she didn't seem to have a problem, as if she was comfortable with him, like she knew him for years. Just as they reached the top, he let her go and the feeling disappeared. Now she was standing in between the two and there was no escape.