Aelana too, looked back and forth between the two undead.

"What did you do?" she asked, unsure of what happened.

One of the guards walked up to her and put his arm on her shoulder, "this friend of yours here just saved this poor guy's life, some kind of scourge poison nearly killed him, seems she knew how to handle it, our unit's top healer was at a complete loss."

"Did you really?" Aelana gave a warm smile to the undead woman.

"Yes she did," the other guard stepped in, "say, miss val'kyr, would you like a job here as a healer? You certainly seem to be able to handle things," he questioned jokingly, although his words also held some seriousness in them.

"I am sorry, I can't, we are leaving Dalaran soon to visit Sylvanas and then hopefully Quel'Thalas, if I am allowed to. I am just happy I was here to help. Angel finally spoke.

"What exactly would you be doing in Quel'Thalas?" the other guard asked trying to get the forsaken seated against the wall.

Angel sighed, "I wish to visit my home again," she spoke, watching the ground.

The guard standing next to her examined her head closely, a little too close for Angel's liking.

"On second sight , you certainly look like an elf, those ears are quite an obvious feature and I missed it completely, how did you end up like this?"

Angel really didn't want to go on any further about this, tears started to form in her eyes again, "I don't want to talk about that, please, all I want is to go home, but I am not welcome anymore."

"What do you mean not welcome? Don't be rediculous, I'll put in a good word for you at the captain, let him know you wish to return home and he will write to Lor'Themar, it might not be enough but It's worth a shot."

Angel thanked the guards and walked to Aelana. The living elf took her in her arms and hugged her. She also removed the tears from the corners of her eyes saying she would see Silvermoon and the area around it again. Aelana also told her she managed to find a mage to offer them passage to the Undercity, she would be there shortly. Angel asked what they would do about Kitty and Orcash.

"They are alright. I had a letter given to me by the banker, from Orcash, he said he was summoned to Orgrimmar by the warchief. He wrote that Kitty forced him to write me that she was on her way to Howling Fjord to finish up the expedition Sylvanas sent the forsaken here for. After she was done she would go to Undercity."

"That might take a while then," Angel sighed, "now that we finally met again."

"It's alright." Aelana's voice soothed the undead, "I am sure you will get time to catch up soon enough," she smiled.

The undead elf looked around, the standing guard seemed to be rather interested in their story and looked intently at them. The other was trying to communicate with the hardly conscious forsaken. She looked around further, trying to figure out where the fake version of a priest had gone off to, he was probably embarrassed to no end after the guard had offered Angel a job.

She broke the hug when she heard a female voice saying Aelana's name. The voice belonged to a very young looking sin'dorei in blue and purple robes. She had long black hair in a ponytail and was carrying a staff of seemingly similar origin as Aelana's, the differences were small but noticible, the thing that did stand out was the silver cube at the end it, the priestess's had a gemstone.

The woman pointed to Angel, "Is this your friend you told me about?" she looked at Aelana.

Aelana just nodded.

The elf immediately grabbed the undead's hand and shook it vigourously, "Thank you so much for saving her!"

Angel looked at the priestess with a puzzled look on her face, she got a loving smile in return.

"Angel, this is Releana, Releana, Angel," The priestess watched as the mage was almost tearing Angel's arm off. "We have been friends since we were children I almost became a mage myself because of her, then I realised that travelling quickly is pretty much the only thing they can do," she laughed.

"Hey, you know that's not true!" Releana pouted.

"Oh, That's right," Aelana said between laughter, "They can summon food too!" she made some twinkling gestures with her fingers, "whoooh," she laughed even harder.

Angel had to laugh at that as well.

"Amyways," the priestess said after she was done making fun of the mage, Releana here offered to help me after we met at the bank, she has business in Silvermoon and didn't mind making a stop in Undercity first, there should be more than enough for her to do while we are busy."

She waited for a bit, then with feighed calmth exclaimed: "Like looking in some dusty old tomes!"

Releana watched the two others laugh at her, even the guards couldn't contain a few giggles.

"Oh, ha, ha, I have never heard that one before, your jokes are so old," she tried to remaim calm.

"Not as old as your books!" Angel laughed with her priestess as the latter mercilessly mocked her friend.

"You still want that teleport?" Releana blackmailed.

"Okay, okay, I am done," she promised, "please help us out."

"One teleportation to Undercity coming right up," she said as she started casting the spell.

Blue light enveloped the three as the spell took form, the streets of Dalaran slowly vanished and then everything that they could see was a bright white light. They had to close their eyes to not get blinded by it. Once they did no longer feel the light piercing through their eyelids they opened them, only to find themselves in a dark forest, the spirits of the dead wailed across these lands. Angel in particular could hear them very audibly and was feeling extremely anxious here.

What is this place?" she asked the two sin'dorei.

"this," Aelana paused, "is Lordaeron, or what's left of it."