AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!

**Eastern Kingdoms: Quel'Thalas- Silvermoon City**

3 Weeks later...

"Will you please stop glaring at me? Your stare is beginning to make me nervous." Creed didn't look up from her scroll as she continued to read about the Kirin Tor and Sunreavers.

Rommath's emerald stare moved back to his tomb and he frowned. Her response made him scoff lightly.

"Me make you nervous? Oh please, human." Creed glared at her scroll at his name for her. She tightened her grip on the parchment.

"Don't tell me your still butt hurt over the notes I put on the back of my notes, that was weeks ago, get over it." Creed rolled her eyes and grabbed the cooling tea on the table and pulled down her helm to sip it and revel in its calming effects.

"I am not butt hurt you cowering little thief," Rommath hissed over his tomb at the human woman in front of him. He observed her shoulders stiffen and her grip on the scroll tighten to the point he believed she was going to crush the paper.

He smirked to himself. So he knew how to make her tick as well. Insult her class and her honor was a good way of doing it, it appeared.

"Go to hell, you incompetent jerk." Creed hissed at Rommath through her helm as she lowered the scroll, she received a blank expression from him but felt his anger begin to boil as well.

"What's wrong, Mage? Can't take the heat of what you sow? Disrespect works both ways," Creed sneered back at Rommath.

"What I can't take, you insolent mortal, is babysitting you Alliance dogs."

"Well, then please leave! I don't need some snotty Mage hovering over me. I am an adult, I don't need some old man thinking he has the authority over me to order me around and treat me like some weak child." Creed just about slammed his face into the table with her fury.

"You are weak, child." Rommath saw her stand and slam her hands down on the table.

"If anything, it is you who is weak, old man! What would you know of a constant fight for your life and others, when all you do is stay in your city sanctum, and have enough strength and energy to pick up scrolls and tomb all day!? Pick up a blade and let's see that millennia old strength, Grand Magister." Creed countered the Mage who stood up with blazing eyes.

"Learn who you speak to, Alliance dog!"

"Respect is earned not given! When you treat me like an equal individual, you will then get your serve."

"Like you know what respect is!?"

"You obviously don't! Some honorable leader you are!" Those words made Rommath's hands begin to burn marks into the table's wooden surface.

"Ha! That's comical coming from an honorless, backstabbing Rogue! You are the one who has nothing and will forever have no one!"

Creed felt something snap inside as she lunged at the Mage in front of her. She slammed him into the wall behind him and they both slid to the ground as Creed took her chance to straddle the Mage below her and grabbed one of the blades in her pauldron and raise it to gouge him.

Rommath hands glowed auburn as a fire blast was about to hit Creed in the chest. He couldn't reach his staff in time and saw as the dagger accelerating directly for his face, only for it to stop abruptly. Creed froze in fear then looked at him.

He saw her eyes widen and she looked horrified as if her senses came back to her. Creed gazed to Rommath then at her dagger. What surprised him was the expression that came over her face. She dropped the dagger and fell off of him in a quick scuttle.

It was bizarre to see such a fearless and battle worn Rogue panic and look so scared so quick.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Creed rocked herself a little next to the table and faced away from him.

Rommath could hear her breathing quickly as if trying to calm herself down from a panic attack. Her fingers dug into her hair and held her head.

"I didn't mean to do it, Aurora... I'm sorry."

Rommath was perplexed at the situation. One second he and the aggravating Rogue were going to make the soothing home of the Sunfury Spire a battle ground, the next she was freaking out and apologizing.

The shuffle of weapons and armor came through the Spire. Rommath looked up at the guards pointing their weapons at the Ambassador and looking confused at him.

"Grand Magister we heard yelling and commotion!"

"Leave." Rommath commanded with restrained anger. He looked closely at the human and moved to stand in front of her. She was encased in a world general horror.

"Your and my actions will cause war if we continue any farther. You are right... we must stop fighting. For the sake of my people and your, this fighting needs to end." Creed looked up in shock at the strained words of the Mage.

"I... am truly sorry for nearly hurting you. I-I sometimes forget myself, you are not my enemy and this place is not a war ground." Creed gripped at the sharp dagger she nearly slit the Magister's throat with and slipped it back into the holster of her pauldron.

"We are adults, we must act like it. You are correct, I am a leader and this is not how we are to act. I... must apologize for my disrespectful nature towards you, Ambassador." Thought Rommath's words felt strained, he knew they had to be said.

"Yes... I should not have let my emotions get ahead of me. I to am sorry. I almost forgot my oath." Rommath was about to open his mouth in question to this 'oath' of hers but watched instead as she stood and picked up the fallen scrolls and chairs in shame.

"Some great Ambassador I will be huh, King Wrynn?" Creed mocked herself and the Alliance king's words as if she was talking to the King of Stormwind herself.

"We may be Horde and Alliance, but I am at a truce with tolerating you, Creed." Creed froze and looked at the Mage leaning on the book shelves, watching her in amusement. She turned and looked at him.

"Oh gee, thanks. Tolerance is the very thing I look forward to. And no, make yourself comfortable while I clean the mess we both created, don't lift a finger.. I got it." Sarcasm dripped in Creed's every word as she lifted up the fallen papers.

"Sarcasm isn't very becoming of you." Rommath rolled his viridian eyes at the grumbling human.

"Oh shut it." Rommath smirked to himself.

There could be compromise... all it took was a brawl to the floor and a lot of name calling to do it.