Sylvanas finally found what she was looking for. Sure, her prize was something she sought on a whim, something she has not heard of, yet after all the troubles that hermit caused her, she would not settle for a mere blade or two. "Self-repairing clothes, and swords made of fabric tougher than Living Steel? I wonder, 'tailor', what this can do?"

Said tailor was propped on the wall, his odd blade pinning him through the stomach. "Don't! If you wear that, you will be consumed!"

Sylvanas paid him no mind as she removed her robes and donned this suit. It had the practical design of a rouge's suit, but not the thickness of it. There were also patterns between her chest and shoulders that resembled eyes. She could feel a power within this garment, but how to access it? Taking a look at the hermit, she noticed that the blade remained bloodless even as he tried to pull it out. No, it was making the blood vanish, or rather...

Sylvanas smirked as she pulled out a dark and ran it across her hand. Just because she has been dead did not mean she did not bleed, even if it was just ichor. She pressed the cut just below her shoulder, and then she was consumed in an euphoria that only Garrosh experienced before. Power.

Wrathion looked through the crystal, witnessing a scene where the Forsaken had forsaken their bond with the Horde and had struck both the Horde and Alliance. "All this, because one person had been given power ill-gained. Then again, did Pandaria not suffer the greed of a warlord recently?"

"And the worst part is that there is someone out there that could use these 'Life Fibers' to destroy Azeroth, actually blowing it up." A gnomish woman in an ornate robe rambled. "We can't remove these Life Fibers because they've been on this planet for a very long time, much so that they are also known as the Threads of Fate."

"Ah, we wouldn't be here since they played a major role of our upbringing, and no doubt the man Sylvanas kills had prepared that 'God Robe' to fight this...evil?" Wrathion shakes his head. "It is fortunate that the Horde and Alliance had fought a common enemy, else this would be impossible, right, Chromie?"

Chromie huffed. "Nozdormu is going to kill if he finds out that I helped free Garrosh..."

"And flung him to the past. No doubt the Kingdoms of Azeroth would sends their forces after Garrosh while we can focus on attacking the Life Fibers in this timeline." Wrathion smirked as he poured himself a glass of wine. "Still, there is the issue of Sylvanas, but I suppose in this case, one must fight fire with fire."

Before Chromie could question him, a human Death Knight barged into the inn, followed by a female Warrior and a male Paladin. "Sorry, my Warlock buddy took his sweet time with the needle, but here's that shirt you wanted."

Wrathion took the shirt, rubbed it between his fingers, and tossed it into a bin. He then handed the Death Knight a bundle of glowing red thread as well as a bundle of gold. "Have your Warlock friend create a set using the same design you brought me, then deliver the finished product to Proudmoore. Do this, and I shall recognize your efforts, Grand Courtier."

"Sweet!" The Death Knight called upon a proto-drake while his companions went with a different breed of dragons. The two dragons heard the Death Knight pondering what a Courtier was before Chromie turned to Wrathion.

"Where did you get that Life Fiber anyway? And why Jaina? She doesn't seem stable after Theramore."

"I had someone investigate the remains of that place. I'm surprised that Sylvanas had not stripped that place clean. As for Jaina, she is strong and a well-known symbol on both sides, particularly for the Alliance." Wrathion laughed a bit. "Besides, I've seen what the God Robes did. A prim and proper mage in such a revealing dress would be an...interesting sight."

Chromie shakes her head. "Dooming the world for a few lumps? No wonder your form is a teenager."