As day broke, Ulrich and Shadowmoon were quick to head on toward Wintergarde, leaving the others within the pure-lit morning sunlight that filled the forest. The morning began the same way the night before had ended, quietly, with the three newcomers simply following the atmosphere that the three others emitted. Remnaar still felt guilty, Tandkota was still embarrassed, and Parvaen was still down, leaving nothing much besides awkward, quiet air between the six of them all.

Colin had wished to talk to Kyra, but even he felt rather unwilling to break the odd tension that ran over the camp. He slowly stood up, stretching his back as his arms shot up over his head, looking out into the distance, curiously, out toward the heaviest portion of the Grizzly Hills, before speaking up.

"Hey, I'm gonna go stretch my legs. Kyra, wanna come?"

She nodded as she took to her feet, turning to Vylira, who simply waved off her offer before she could even speak, "Nah, you two go on. I'd hate to imply secrecy or something amidst these three, here."

Remnaar grinned, "We're the ones offering you all passage. I'm pretty comfortable in knowing that you three, literally, have only to lose by being secretive, as you say."

Vylira returned a look to Kyra and Colin, only shrugging with a smile, "See? Now you two lovebirds go get a move-on. No telling when those two'll get back."

Colin rolled his eyes, though he still gave an unamused grin before turning to Kyra, the two of them starting off into the thicker part of the woods as Vylira spun to the side, allowing her to lay back down, her hands stretching up behind her head to shield her scalp from the rough terrain, closing her eyes. She listened to the three of Ulric's men, rambling on about whatever, before finally, Tandkota addressed her.

"Kaldorei," he muttered in his deep, rumbling voice, as if seeing if she'd fallen asleep yet.

Without opening her eyes, she replied, "Please, call me Vylira."

"Hmm," Tandkota nodded, running the name through his mind, "Vylira, would you like some Northrend breakfast? As long as you've not gone off, anyway."

Her eyes barely opened in interest, her head tilting to the side curiously as Parvaen continued jerking a cast-iron skillet back and forth over the fire, "What's that, exactly?"

"Some rhino dogs, a bit of worg tartare; funny story about the herring, I was actually hunting for the recipe on how to prepare it for ages; turns out it was right in my recipe book all along," Tandkota chuckled as he went on peeling the skin from a fish in his hands.

Vylira watched him, oddly, "Odd place up here, huh?"

"Very," Tandkota confirmed, simply going on with his activity.

Kyra and Colin trudged through the thick brush of the forest, trying to get out of earshot from both Vylira and Parvaen, before finally beginning to converse. With daylight came the passing of mystery that surrounded these hills when it came to the darkness of night, leaving the two of them with little more than their own conversation as they walked along, freely.

"So what's up?" Kyra asked first, knowing they were far enough away.

Colin sighed, stopping his walk once he knew they were good. He slowly crossed his arms as he stood there, his lips pulling inward as he thought, silently, even closing his eyes for a duration before finally speaking up.

"You have your own apprehensions, I know," Colin shrugged, "Are you just deferring to me because I'm the, I guess, leader?"

Kyra stared at him, "I'm deferring to you because I trust you. But to answer your assumption, I've been apprehensive about this group ever since we ran into them. Remember, I was the one prepared to leave them be."

Colin nodded, slowly, "I'd like to think your sister deserves more-"

He quickly shot out another thought to interrupt Kyra as she threw her arm out, prepared to shout out something herself, "I know! I know, Kyra; she doesn't deserve anything from you, I got that. Just- Let's forget about that for a second."

Sighing, he turned away, staring out into the distance with a shake of his head, "When I mentioned Wyrmrest Temple, that Ulric guy; he was far too interested. Now, while I believe your sister deser- has some worth to her when it comes to trust, I don't trust anybody else of that group as far as I can throw them. Now I know you want me to decide these things, but I really need your thoughts on potentially ditching them."

Kyra eyed him, critiquingly, as her own lips twisted vaguely in consideration, nodding in acknowledgement, "I say we pray that this Wintergarde thing doesn't work out, and in that case, we go on alone. If Vylira is so intent on Syheath, then hey, that's on her. As far as you and I go, I came up here for one reason and one reason only.

"I understand," Colin nodded, "If we can't go through Wintergarde, we'll manage Vylira aside and see what she wants to do, but honestly, Ulric has had me apprehensive ever since I laid eyes on him. I saw him back before Deegan fell; pacing back and forth on that balcony- he's far more conniving than most men I've come across."

Their plan laid on, Colin lowered his arms to his sides, sighing aloud in fatigue as he reached over to take Kyra's hand into his, "I should be beside you in our bed right now."

"Gods always get in the way," Kyra smiled, faintly, "At least in your case."

"You're telling me," Colin grinned, his feet moving forward as the two began walking through the forest together, "I was living a totally carefree existence. Then Tyriel mentions getting atop that tree of yours, and that all changed."

Smirking, Kyra turned toward him, "For the better, right?"

"Oh, of course!" Colin smiled, "If it weren't for Elune, you wouldn't have pledged to be her light in my life. Even now, whenever I feel worried or- back when I saw Deegan's screwed up body, I just thought of you and I wasn't afraid anymore."

He shrugged, boyishly, "I told you, long ago; you make me want to be strong. Now, here I am, leading two Silverwings in this crazy wilderness."

"You're just trying to keep on my good side, aren't you?" Kyra asserted, quickly, with a wry smirk.

Colin assured her, pulling her to where their shoulders met, not bothering to speak as they walked along, the two simply enjoying the woods. Aside from the bright sunlight from above, it was dense enough to remind the two, somewhat, of Teldrassil, a place that held so much significance to both of them. Even in this wilderness, it afforded them some semblance of comfort, if only for a moment.

Meanwhile, Ulric and Shadowmoon had made their way into the interior of Wintergarde, avoiding all of the checkpoints that had been set up with the news of Deegan Poore's death having arrived already. While he was ruthless and brutal, he was still a powerful figure when it came to the provincial governments of Northrend, and especially given his recent partnering with D.H.E.T.A., it only caused more of an alarm as to the culprit's identities. Regardless of whether or not it had come to light that Ulric and his group had been implicated, it was something he had no intention of discovering.

Walking hurriedly down a slim alleyway, Ulric carefully led the two of them past the adjacent paths, not making a move unless he was certain they wouldn't be seen. Shadowmoon followed diligently, covered as she was; were anybody to spot her, her identity would have been difficult to discern to begin with.

"Almost there," Ulric whispered as they stopped in a tight corner, leaving him to pull out a leather wallet, "Okay, you stay here. I'll head on up and find Melyth. Hopefully he can offer us passage without being detected."

Shadowmoon sighed, "Melyth was the one you talked to last time. Honestly, you'd think that risking your life trying to make deals with these shady fucks would offer you some more ability to recall their names."

He turned to her, blankly, leaving her to groan once more, shaking her head, "You're looking for Tornir. The dwarf? He runs the underground black market through here?"

Ulric snapped his finger, "That's it. Alright, stay here and I'll-"

"No," Shadowmoon ordered, grasping his shirt and throwing him back against the wall, dominantly, "Last time we were nearly killed because you… That 'thing' happened. Here's what we're going to do: while you go and call in favors that none of these assholes seem to remember, I'm going to go and buy a room at that inn over there, so if you do that again, we have a place instead of barging into a random room like last time."

Ulric's eyes narrowed, "Who's the leader here, again?"

"You, but you do a shit job of it," Shadowmoon sighed, "Like bringing those three along? Who the fuck brings along three strangers like that?"

Ulric rolled his eyes, "We're going that way anyway. Finding Tornir and all this; we'd have to do it anyway, so who cares? I just hope he accepts. I do not want to traverse those Crystalsong mountains…"

He shook his head as if to clear the thought from his mind, turning back toward the small building where Tornir ran his underground business dealings, "Fine. Go do that and I'll see what I can do here. And please, do make haste if I end up in…undesirable circumstances."

"Don't I always?" Shadowmoon retorted with a groan, slipping a few gold coins out from Ulric's wallet before crouching through the alley toward the inn, leaving him.

His lips turning with anticipation, Ulric made his move as well, making his way, carefully, toward the place of Tornir Stormgem.