AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
The large red room with deep violet translucent curtains began to come into sight... Silvermoon's throne room. I take a silent deep breath in to calm my nerves; I can already tell this was going to end in either a migraine or someone wanting to hurt another. I had seen the Leaders of the Sin'Dorei a couple of times, most recent was the Siege of Orgrimmar, but never went up to them and actually introduced myself.
Both guards went in front of me and halted as they waited for the three Sin'Dorei leaders to have their attention.
"Regent Lord, Regent-General, and Grand Magister. The Alliance Ambassador is here." The other guard emotionlessly presented me in Thalassian.
"What are you waiting for then? Bring him in already." A deep and annoyed voice hissed at the two guards.
The two guards stepped aside to let me through. I walked quietly in between the leaving guards and stood before of all three towering leaders in the dimly lit room; three green glowing set of sharp eyes was a bit unnerving.
Oh great... I can already tell that this is not going to go over smoothly especially with the hate filled glare of the Fel glowing eyes of the Grand Magister. I watched closely each expression on their faces. The Regent-General's blonde brow rose in a slight surprise and a slow smirk made way onto his lips as he looked at me. The Regent Lord observed me closely and his eye widens a little, but still keeps a serious expression.
"Welcome to Silvermoon City, Ambassador." The voice of the Regent Lord was soothing, deep, and careful. He spoke in a thickly accented common like the other blood elves.
"This is a surprise. I expected the Alliance to send a large brute as their ambassador like a Draenei or one of their Dwarfs to imitate us. This one is quite nice to look at." Que Eye twitch. The humored voice of the Regent-General cut into the thick air as he spoke in Thalassian to the other two blood elves.
'Arrogant prick. I CAN understand you.' I thought to myself annoyed now.
"Of course they didn't, fool. Their beloved human king unsurprisingly sent another human as I knew he would... if it weren't for that interfering human sow, Jaina, we wouldn't need this fool of an Alliance Ambassador to be snooping around. This matter shouldn't even involve those who have no involvement in these matters." I narrow my eyes at the Grand Magister Rommath's snide comment.
'Eat me, Mage.'
Regent Lord Lor'themar Theron cleared his throat to stop the bickering between his two council friends. He stood regal and bowed his head at me as the other two blood elves stared at me too.
"It is an honor to meet you Ambassador. We are sorry for the lack of escort, we believed it would make you more comfortable to walk through the doors of our home without a constant set of eyes over your shoulder." I nod and blush in gratification; the humbleness of the Regent Lord was refreshing. It was nice not having to be escorted like a prisoner.
"Thank you Regent Lord. I am humbled by the gesture." I kept my voice low and small. Last thing I wanted was another snide comment from Grand Magister douche bag.
Halduron couldn't help but look at me strangely.
"Pardon me but your... accent. It is nothing like the ones I have heard from most Common tongued people." I shrug.
"That is because it is not my first language, I learned Common along side my childhood home's people's language." I try to keep the conversation short, it made me uncomfortable to talk about myself to strangers.
"I am sure you are quite tired from your journey, Ambassador. We shall start tomorrow on the preparations of dealing with issue if that is all right, as we are not fully ready to discuss the matter on arrival as many documentations are still being delivered from Dalaran. The Grand Magister here will help you in every step of the way with the documentations and history," the Regent Lord replied smoothly trying to get his friend off the topic of my personal life.
Rommath looked like someone had punched him in the gut as his long black brow twitched in anger and a set glare directed at him then at me. If his helm didn't cover half his face I would probably see his lips twisted into nasty snarl.
"Thank you, Lord. But I know all about the history of the situation. I just wish to resolve it as quick as possible where there is justice where justice is deserved." He nodded solemnly, long white hair tumbled down his chest in a waterfall of snow. I watched the Magister's closest hand curl tightly into a fist.
"We shall discuss more tomorrow while the Grand Magister prepares for you on the issue. We have set up a room close by in one of the inns where you may lodge for the duration of your stay here." I thankfully nod to him.
"If you wish to explore our beautiful home please let me know, Ambassador. I will personally escort you around." I look to the kind and charming smile of the Regent-General, Halduron Brightwing.
I gently nod at him, but my face heats up tremendously... flirting was never something I expect nor understand when it was rarely directed at me. Rommath scoffed to himself in disgust.
"Regent Lord, if I may ask... I was wondering if I may have the hearthstone to the city as I have other duties pertaining outside of this conflict? I plan to keep this separate from my other duties." He nodded and looked over to Rommath who quickly walked to one of the conjuring tables and grabbed a small gray hearthstone with the Silvermoon emblem glowing red on its surface.
"Do not lose it, human. I expect it back when this ridiculous notion is over." I almost dropped it at how hard hard threw it in my hands. I glare at his back.
'You sir are one of the biggest assholes I have had the un-pleasure of meeting.'
I nod to the men and slowly retreat out to go to the issued inn. But before I do...
"Thank you for your kindness, lords. But you may call Ambassador Creed or just Creed. It is a far more fetching term than being called foolish Alliance Ambassador, don't you think?" I tell them quickly over my shoulder in Thalassian and exit through the large opening.
The look of shock passed over each of the Sin'Dorei leaders' faces quickly. A large humored laugh of Halduron Brightwing bursts from the throne room as I exit down the long stairway.
I smirk to myself.
'Suck it Mage.'