One month later...
Galvane opened his eyes and sat up, stretching as he did. "No nightmares," he muttered, rubbing his right eye to chase away the remnants of sleep. He felt a wave of relief wash over him; he hadn't experienced any nightmares that night. Such restful sleep was a rare gift, allowing him to forget his troubled past and the burdens he often carried. With a big yawn, he rose and made his way toward the kitchen, grateful for the quiet morning.
It had been a month since he began working at the restaurant alongside the night elf, and he felt an immense sense of gratitude toward her for providing him with this opportunity. Had he not chosen the path that led him to her, he would likely be in a far worse place—both physically and mentally. The memory of those darker days was still fresh in his mind, but he was determined to move forward.
Despite his new life, he continued to train diligently. He understood the importance of staying in shape, both for health and self-defense. In a world where danger lurked around every corner, he didn't want to become rusty or complacent. The night elf had been supportive of his training, allowing him to practice in her backyard, a private sanctuary where she often meditated away from prying eyes. She had revealed to him that she was a priestess, a revelation that proved invaluable when he injured himself a week ago while wielding his weapon, Shadowmourne. It was a mere tear in the flesh, nothing life-threatening, but it reminded him of the weapon's formidable nature. He was grateful that Shadowmourne was his own; had it belonged to someone else, it might have caused him far greater harm. He still kept the darker aspects of his past hidden from her, especially regarding the weapon she had referred to as "evil-looking." For now, he needed to stay low and let the past fade into mere memory.
As he entered the kitchen, he spotted Nilsha casually seated at the table, sipping from a steaming mug that contained hot coffee. Her gaze met his, her amber eyes sparkling with warmth. They exchanged a moment of silence, an unspoken bond hanging between them. However, the stillness felt slightly awkward, prompting Galvane to break it. He noticed a pile of dishes stacked high in the kitchen sink, and a sense of purpose surged within him.
"Oh, Galvane, no, please! Let me do the dishes. I just forgot about them," she protested, scooting over to make room for him.
The warrior stepped back, allowing her space while wandering around the tables, which were adorned with remnants of their meals. He sensed a growing tension, so he decided to distract himself by focusing on the task at hand. "I'll just take care of it; I can't let this pile grow any larger," he replied, grabbing a sponge and heading toward the sink.
"I'll have you go to the market instead. Since you've been here for a month now, I trust you enough to take on a more active role than just being my bodyguard during our trips," she suggested, her voice lightening as she rubbed the mugs and plates piled high in the sink.
"Oh? Sure, I can do that for you," he affirmed with a nod. "It might take me two or three hours to get everything done and return."
She smiled, the corners of her mouth lifting in a way that brightened her whole face. "Thanks! Just grab the money off the table and spend all of it."
With that, he nodded and left the room, stepping out into the fresh air, leaving her to finish the chores. "Uhh, at least he can do more than just guard. I trust him a bit more now," she murmured to herself, reflecting on the growing rapport between them. It took her some time, but eventually, she finished washing all the mugs and plates, letting out a relieved sigh. "Huh, finished!" she exclaimed, wiping her hands on a towel.
Just then, a knock echoed through the quiet space.
"Oh? Who could that be at this hour? The restaurant is closed," she wondered aloud, approaching the door with curiosity. She peered through the peephole, spotting a member of the town militia standing on the other side.
She opened the door with a polite smile. "Hello! What brings you here?"
"Is this the household where Galvane Hilt lives? I've heard from the locals that he's nearly seven feet tall and a bit bulky," the militia man inquired, scanning her face for confirmation.
"Yes, yes, he is here. He works for me," she confirmed, her voice steady. "Please, leave it to me; I'll give it to him once he returns from his errand."
The man handed her a small pouch that jiggled with the weight of its contents, along with a letter attached. "Here, a delivery," he said before turning to leave, leaving her alone to ponder the mystery of the delivery.
Nilsha closed the door and placed the pouch on the table, sitting down to examine it further. "Huh, who would send such items?" she mused, poking at the pouch with cautious curiosity. It rattled, suggesting it was filled with something substantial. Her curiosity grew stronger, and she decided to explore its contents. "It doesn't hurt to check," she told herself, opening the pouch to reveal an abundance of gold coins.
The sight of it left her in shock; it was an impressive amount, far more than she had anticipated. "This must be from a rich relative of his," she speculated, her mind racing with possibilities. Intrigued, she turned her attention to the letter, which was openly addressed, inviting her to read it without concern for privacy.
"I never got to thank you enough for being my loyal personal bodyguard, Galvane, during those seven years of service under me. I hope wherever you are, you'll find peace and start a family of your own. May the light bless you, Galvane; you will always have a friend in me. Just visit me in Theramore." - Jaina Proudmoore.
Nilsha was stunned to receive a letter personally addressed to her from the mistress of Theramore herself. The significance of such a note made her ponder deeply about who Galvane truly was. Initially, she had assumed he was merely a fighter of veteran experience—perhaps a warrior who had spent time in the barracks with a few skirmishes here and there. Yet, to have earned the acknowledgment of someone like Jaina Proudmoore was indeed something remarkable. It made her realize that there was far more to him than met the eye.
Carrying the letter and the pouch, she stood up and made her way to his room. Although Nilsha and Galvane had agreed to respect each other's privacy, her curiosity got the better of her. She opened the door and placed the items on the table, but something on the wall caught her attention. It was obscured by a curtain, and she brushed it aside to reveal a striking wall adorned with ribbons, each inscribed with quotes from great individuals.
"You are a champion now; you bear the weight and the might of Shadowmourne." - Darion Morgraine.
"You fight with the heart of a lion, the ferocity of a tiger, and the strength of a bull."
"Thank you, Galvane... for everything." - Jaina Proudmoore.
What more had Galvane achieved in his lifetime? Why did none of the locals recognize him or praise his deeds? Her gaze shifted downward to a very thick journal resting on the table. Its cover read, "Memories I Have to Remember." Despite her better judgment, curiosity overwhelmed her, compelling her to open it and read the words summarizing his experiences.
Day 1: We are out at sea. It haunts me that I'm alone. By the light, grant me mercy. I fear I will endure this torment forever. I hope that my efforts in this war will atone for my sins, distracting me from the horrors I witnessed in Stratholme.
Day 96: We are occupying bases in the area we recently invaded. We fought against centaurs and orcs.
Day 132: We are at Stonetalon Peak. (She skipped this entry.)
Day 269: I killed three today. Three ghouls to alleviate my anger. I detest them. It somewhat brought me joy to exterminate them like the pests they are.
Day 401: Tomorrow will be the deciding factor for the world in Mount Hyjal. I'll fight on the front lines. I hope I die tomorrow...
"I thought we had agreed to respect our own privacy. I honored that, but you didn't." A voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. She turned to see Galvane, a small frown etched on his lips.
She shook her head, desperately trying to comprehend the situation. "I—I—what is this, Galvane?" Nilsha stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief at what she had read in the quotes and his journal. What had he done in his lifetime? "Who are you, Galvane?"
He walked over and closed the journal, letting the curtain fall back to conceal the ribbon-covered wall. "Just something you don't need to know," he said, looking down before meeting her gaze once more. "Maybe you've seen enough that you want to see me leave this household. I know a person like me shouldn't occupy such a peaceful place."
"That's not true! It's just that... what did you do in your life, Galvane? Honestly, I want to know. You've been working for me for some time now, and you'll probably continue to do so for quite a while. I don't want you to leave because of this reason. I don't see you as a bad man," she insisted.
He smiled slightly. "Sure, Nilsha. I'll put it simply. I fought for seven years during the Third War, all the way up to the Lich King. I want you to understand that I was one of those who defeated the Lich King. I am the last of my bloodline, and I have nothing else to do but live my life. My family died in Stratholme, and I am the only one left. If you're wondering why nobody knows me, it's because I don't want anyone to recognize me. I let someone else take the glory." His tone was fast and edged with annoyance, not just because of her invasion of his privacy but also due to the painful memories being stirred up. "That's my story, and that's all you need to know."
The night elf stood in stunned silence, absorbing his words. A wave of pity washed over her as she looked at him. Although he was still young—only twenty-seven years old—he bore the weight of experiences that few soldiers could ever fathom. The horrors he had witnessed, the friends he had lost, and the family he had failed to save in the Culling of Stratholme weighed heavily on her heart. "Alright, Galvane. Forgive me; I was just... I was just... never mind. I apologize for entering your room without permission," the night elf said, her voice softening.
He shook his head with assurance. "No worries, priestess. I wasn't upset with you or anything else in the room; this is your space, and I have no control over who can enter. I'm just frustrated that I have to... remind myself of the war," he admitted, his gaze falling on the journal with a narrowed brow. He then handed her a small pouch containing a few pounds of fish and vegetables. "Here, I had to buy these elsewhere because the market was closed due to an explosion in the street nearby. The market wasn't even bustling; they had just enough to sell. The sellers looked worn and impoverished, their entire family huddled together around a small tray of fish. So if you don't mind, Nilsha, I only bought a few pounds, but I let them keep all the money. I could see they needed it. I assure you, I'll repay you. Money, after all, is not an issue," he said, placing the pouch gently in her hands.
The night elf smiled, warmed by his gesture and the hint of positivity in his story about what he had done outside. "You are a good man, Galvane. I believe that, and it won't take any war to change that," she commented, her voice steady and sincere. "And thank you. I was curious about what happened to the market... but no matter. Let's prepare some breakfast together, shall we?" She glanced at the clock, noting that it was still only eight in the morning—a perfect time to make a meal.
"Let me cook; I have some experience in the kitchen," he replied as he followed her down the stairs. As he walked behind her, he couldn't help but notice her smaller frame, often bumping his head painfully against one of the wooden beams. He had often felt that his height was both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes, being this tall felt like an inconvenience, but it had also kept him alive more than once.
"Oh, you can cook? Sure... I won't mind. I'll just take a quick shower first," she said, grabbing a towel before heading to the bathroom. "I truly appreciate what you did for those sellers, Galvane. You don't have to pay me; I love to donate. And I'm excited to taste what you have in your culinary arsenal," she added, her enthusiasm evident before she closed the door, leaving him with a nod and a smile.
Meanwhile, Galvane began preparing a breakfast of freshly acquired eggs and assorted vegetables. He knew she preferred a mostly vegetarian diet but was willing to accommodate his own omnivorous preferences. It struck him how open-minded she was, making him wonder about her background and upbringing. But he pushed those thoughts aside, choosing to focus instead on the memories of his own past. He glanced at the letter attached to the pouch, reflecting on how Jaina had not forgotten him after all these years. He felt a deep gratitude for her support during his darkest times, seeing her as a friend who wanted to help him start anew and even encouraged him to build a family of his own. But that aspiration felt like a distant dream—one that he wasn't sure how to pursue.
As he concentrated on the food, he pushed aside all distractions. It had always been this way for Galvane; he became so fixated on one task that he often neglected everything else. But he had learned to survive this way. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Galvane turned to see Nilsha emerging from the bathroom, her figure draped only in the modesty of the towel. His attention was instantly drawn to her. Her fine, silky purple skin glistened in the light, her amber eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and warmth. Her beauty was undeniable, striking him with the realization that he was just like every other man, filled with basic human desires. He quickly suppressed those thoughts, deciding to admire her from a distance. Yet, he couldn't ignore the attraction he felt for her, whether it was her kindness or her beauty—it didn't matter. He was undeniably drawn to her.
"Oh, you can cook? Sure... I won't mind. I'll just take a quick shower first," she said, grabbing a towel before heading to the bathroom. "I truly appreciate what you did for those sellers, Galvane. You don't have to pay me; I love to donate. And I'm excited to taste what you have in your culinary arsenal," she added, her enthusiasm evident before she closed the door, leaving him with a nod and a smile.
Meanwhile, Galvane began preparing a breakfast of freshly acquired eggs and assorted vegetables. He knew she preferred a mostly vegetarian diet but was willing to accommodate his own omnivorous preferences. It struck him how open-minded she was, making him wonder about her background and upbringing. But he pushed those thoughts aside, choosing to focus instead on the memories of his own past. He glanced at the letter attached to the pouch, reflecting on how Jaina had not forgotten him after all these years. He felt a deep gratitude for her support during his darkest times, seeing her as a friend who wanted to help him start anew and even encouraged him to build a family of his own. But that aspiration felt like a distant dream—one that he wasn't sure how to pursue.
As he concentrated on the food, he pushed aside all distractions. It had always been this way for Galvane; he became so fixated on one task that he often neglected everything else. But he had learned to survive this way. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Galvane turned to see Nilsha emerging from the bathroom, her figure draped only in the modesty of the towel. His attention was instantly drawn to her. Her fine, silky purple skin glistened in the light, her amber eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and warmth. Her beauty was undeniable, striking him with the realization that he was just like every other man, filled with basic human desires. He quickly suppressed those thoughts, deciding to admire her from a distance. Yet, he couldn't ignore the attraction he felt for her, whether it was her kindness or her beauty—it didn't matter. He was undeniably drawn to her.
She nodded, crossing her arms. "Alright, I'll wait. We should eat together; it's not respectful to eat ahead of someone who prepared the food himself. Come, Galvane, clean yourself up, and then we'll enjoy our meal." She said, her gaze dropping back to the food just as Galvane entered the bathroom. As she stood in the cozy warmth of the kitchen, her mind wandered back to the earlier conversation about his past. He was a recognized man among the great leaders of his generation, yet the common folk did not recognize him. Had he willingly given away his glory for the sake of peace and solitude? Or perhaps he simply reveled in isolation? She couldn't quite understand it. But it might have something to do with what he mentioned about being the last of his bloodline and the loss of his family in Stratholme. The thought weighed heavily on her heart, making her sad to consider what it would be like to be the last remnant of a once-loving family, enduring the pressure of war alone. There was something about him that inspired her—his perseverance. But she knew that even the strongest resolve has its breaking point, especially without rest.
As she contemplated this, she looked up just as the bathroom door creaked open, revealing Galvane's half-naked form. His body was indeed something to admire: well-shaped, with a battle-hardened chest that showcased his strength. He appeared both imposing and yet strangely slender, a combination that suited him beautifully. He had a commanding presence that drew the eye. She couldn't help but notice that he towered over some of her own people, while she herself was considered tall by human standards, standing with an impressive stature that made her feel more confident. However, her gaze drifted down to the toned lines of his abdomen, tracing down to the V of his waist, where she glimpsed the impressive bulge that dangled between his legs. It was very big, a detail that momentarily captivated her thoughts. Instinctively, the night elf averted her eyes, her cheeks warming as she murmured to herself, "He's huge..." The thought lingered in her mind like a schoolgirl's crush, making her feel flustered and a bit shy. Despite her status as a priestess, she was still just a woman, grappling with the same curiosities as any other. It was an awkward situation, one that made her feel flustered. She lowered her eyes to her lap, trying to avoid any further glimpses that might heat her cheeks again.
Galvane noticed her gaze linger on him before she diverted her eyes to her legs. He felt a flicker of surprise but didn't mind it. He, too, couldn't help but admire her half-naked form, like every other man would do for someone as beautiful as her. However, he pushed those thoughts aside and straightened himself up. "So, uh, I'll just be upstairs for a moment, Nilsha. I'll be right back," he mumbled, eager to break the awkward silence that had settled between them due to their unintended 'sightseeing.' He quickly ascended the stairs to clothe himself, his heart racing from the sudden tension.
It took him a moment, but he found some clothes from his days as a farmer, when he helped his parents with their crops. Clad in simple attire, he made his way back downstairs.
Nilsha looked up as he sat down at the table, taking a deep breath to compose herself. The blush had finally faded from her cheeks, allowing her to regain her confidence in his presence. Her eyes closed in silent gratitude to her goddess for the small things in life before she opened them again and began to eat. Yet she was a bit troubled that Galvane hadn't joined her. "Hmm, Galvane, isn't it disrespectful not to pray before eating?" she inquired, glancing his way as she ate in a manner befitting a maiden.
Galvane raised an eyebrow and met her gaze, finally comprehending her question. "Oh, sorry about that. I just... I haven't really found the inclination to reconnect with my faith lately," he chuckled, though the laughter didn't quite reach his eyes. He seemed somewhat reluctant to confront such a sensitive topic but allowed the conversation to unfold naturally.
"Oh, okay... well, if you're struggling with your faith, why not accompany me to a church sometime? Our beliefs might differ, but I wouldn't mind. I could sit in the Altar of Light while my mind remains focused on my Goddess. How about that? I'd be happy to help if you find yourself troubled," she offered, flashing a bright smile in his direction.
The human veteran returned her smile. "Sure, I'd love that. At least I won't feel disconnected from the one thing that connects me to my family," he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity.
Nilsha paused, dropping her spoon onto her plate as memories of their earlier conversation flooded back. She recalled how he had shared his past—the battles he had fought, the family he had lost. She couldn't help but wonder if he was still wrestling with his own demons. "Umm, Galvane, about what happened earlier, I'm sorry for entering your room without permission," Nilsha apologized, her tone earnest.
Galvane waved his hand dismissively. "It's alright, Nilsha. I'm used to it; nothing really bothers me at this point," he said, regarding her with a dormant expression. "Even then, I'm willing to share what I did during those years. There's really nothing left for me to lose by revealing parts of my past," the warrior mentioned, his voice steady.
Nilsha looked at him with genuine interest. "Oh? Are you sure? I would ask questions if you're comfortable sharing. I hope I'm not bothering you," she encouraged, her curiosity evident in her tone.
He shook his head. "What would you like to learn?"
The elf then glanced at Galvane's arm, noting the scars she had observed when he was half-naked. A surge of curiosity washed over her, and she wondered what stories those marks might tell. "Those scars, Galvane, you have so many. I noticed them when you were shirtless. What do they signify?" Nilsha asked, finishing her meal and gently placing her spoon down on the plate.
Galvane pointed to a gash that marked his arm, measuring six inches across. "Stonetalon Peak. I was tasked with guarding the entrance to ensure Jaina got in safely. Orcs showed up; I had to fight them off and fell to their numbers. Luckily, it was Thrall who struck me down, or I wouldn't be here today. He chose to let us live," he recounted, setting his plate over hers.
Nilsha could only mouth a soft "wow" beneath her lips, feeling a mix of shock and awe at his past. His perseverance made her admire him even more. "And the one on your stomach? The large gash?"
He stood up, lifting his shirt to reveal the scar. "Mount Hyjal, front lines. We defended it for three days before finally being overrun. I got struck, but Jaina teleported us out before more deaths could occur. It took me three months to heal; I almost died that night. I still remember it too vividly," he said before sitting back down, shrugging his shoulders as he continued. "I was relatively young when the war started. I was just twenty years old back then, and now I'm twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight. Seven long years if you count all my other battles in Theramore, Northrend, and beyond. Finally, I managed to retire while I'm still young. Can't waste my years fighting forever."
Nilsha bit her lip, momentarily at a loss for words about his past. "Umm, Galvane, I'm a bit… speechless. You're the last of your family, yet you still find the motivation to fight for something. It just... marvels me."
Galvane chuckled, reminded of a promise he made to his family—one rooted in his own regrets. "You won't believe how my motivation stems from my deepest regrets," he told her, smiling warmly at the elf.
Nilsha shook her head, countering his smile as she placed her hand on the table, gazing into his eyes. "From what I've heard, Galvane, I wouldn't be surprised. Humans often associate a strong heart with a lion, and yours is that of a young lion," she concurred.
Galvane acknowledged her words with a small smile before standing up to gather the plates, intending to wash them. "Alright, I'll clean these up so we can—"
Nilsha interjected, her voice bright and assertive. "No, just put them in the sink. Let's go outside for a bit, Galvane. Ereera, Matilda, and I always step out during early spring. You should join me and practice our abilities in the Old Town at the center of the city. Are you coming?" She looked at him eagerly. Before he could respond, she added, "Come on, leave the dishes; we'll clean them tonight. Oh, and if you could, bring along whatever weapon you have..." The priestess bubbled as she headed outside.
Galvane had yet to respond to his thoughts, but he followed her, taking a brief moment to strap his prized weapon, Shadowmourne, onto his back. His mind raced, wondering what the priestess meant by "abilities"—did she mean magical skills or perhaps simple talents like cooking? "I keep overthinking," he reminded himself. "Just enjoy this. Relax; she's being kind enough to offer you some leisure time." He shook his head and began to jog to catch up with the elf. "So why do you want to bring me out here? The Old Town, you say?"
She nodded, her white hair flowing elegantly over her shoulders in the gentle breeze of the day. "Yes, a bit of relaxation wouldn't hurt, right? You worked hard in the restaurant, even if you only did some chores and guarded the door during meals. But you contributed, Galvane, and I appreciate that," she said, making it clear how welcomed he was—something that felt refreshing compared to how other night elves viewed him as a human.
He chuckled softly, unable to overlook her kindness. He wondered if her overly open attitude toward others might one day put her in danger. "You're kind, Nilsha, almost too kind, like it's a bit too close for comfort. You're different from your people, I'd say," he murmured.
The priestess nodded in acknowledgment. "You know, I've never done this for anyone other than my friends. I took a chance on helping you that night, and because of your insistence on repaying me, you found a spot in my workplace, and in this past month, you've become my friend, Galvane. My friends have told me that on the first day we met, I'm somewhat… different from my own people—too open and friendly to others instead of being cold and isolated. I chose to see things differently, trying to understand that all races are equal. It seems we are equal, yet different..." She gazed at him, searching for his thoughts. "Is my different good, Galvane?"
"Different is wonderful, I would say, Nilsha, if—"
"Oh no." She suddenly chimed in as she spotted the three troublemakers in the distance: two men and a dwarf. The dwarf was acting particularly rowdy, more like a drunken brute than a civilized person. She stepped in front of Galvane, facing the trio as they approached. "What do you want? Just leave us alone!" she yelled, venom lacing her words as she noticed their weapons glinting in the light.
"Him," one of the men said, unsheathing his sword alongside the dwarf. This drew the attention of the surrounding crowd, which began to chant "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Even the children of mixed races were caught up in the excitement, cheering for the impending conflict.
Galvane, annoyed at being drawn into this mess, rubbed his eyes. "Oh boy," he muttered, before fixing his gaze on the troublemakers. Towering over the trio, he declared, "I'm not going to put up with this." He unsheathed Shadowmourne, displaying its imposing form. "I'll strike you down with the blunt end of this axe..." he threatened, his tone making it clear he had no interest in the brawl.
The dwarf hesitated, glancing at his companions. "Aye, do you think this is a wise idea, lads?"
"Go!" the other man shouted, charging in recklessly. Then… boom! The sound of impact echoed as he flew through the air, landing squarely on a merchant's cart overflowing with cabbages, prompting the vendor to shout, "MY CABBAGES!"
Galvane looked at the remaining two, mentally urging them to check on their fallen friend. They complied, rushing over to help him. The man was a bit wobbly but had only minor injuries—nothing a good afternoon's rest wouldn't fix. The crowd dispersed, disappointed that the spectacle had resulted in little more than a flying human crashing into a cart.
"Uh, Galvane, that was a bit brutal on your part." She chuckled before laughing openly. "Oh my Goddess Elune forgive me for laughing at an another beings predicament but that was indeed enough to make me warrant a laugh out here in the open." The elf joked that seemed to make the warrior smile, her disdain from the harassers prevalent.
Galvane sheathed his axe back onto his back and bellowed a chuckle himself. He began to crack a laugh and laughed with the elf. "Sorry about that Nilsha, I was just 'Self-defending' myself. He joked as he laughed along. It took them moments on to finally wane their laughs.
Nilsha was smiling, looking at Galvane with a sparkling interest in her mind. "I want to see how you perform in the arena against us Galvane. Let's see." She challenged.
Galvane didn't comprehend for a bit when she mentioned an arena. Were they adapted on having magical abilities? "Uh...Arena? Is this what the axe is for?" He asked, putting his hand over his shoulder to point at Shadowmourne. "You have magical abilities?"
"What do you think it's for?" she retorted playfully. "And did you forget I'm a priestess of Elune? Your human mind hasn't registered the common sense of why you should bring that axe, Galvane. Did you think just because I look vulnerable, I would be? Of course not! There's a reason I was confident about letting you spend the day at the restaurant. I have abilities that could hold my own even against a man of your size." She gestured dramatically to emphasize his larger stature. "You know, the other two also wield magic, Galvane. It'll be interesting, and I hope you enjoy the trip with me."
Galvane nodded as they resumed their walk along the road toward the Old Town section of the city. The cobblestones felt familiar beneath his feet, the sun casting playful shadows around them. "Alright, alright, I think I could manage some sparring, but I won't put too much force into it for the sake of the fragile maidens..." He bragged, intending to provoke the elf playfully.
"Fragile maidens? Are you really sure, human? Be ready to put your pride where your mouth is," Nilsha replied, her tone shifting to one more characteristic of a night elf. A chuckle escaped her lips as she continued, "Alright, enough with our pretentious attitudes. Let's just be ourselves. I guess our afternoon will be filled with laughter, don't you think, Galvane?"
"I think so..." He agreed, beginning to whistle a lively tune as they strolled along the bustling street, the sound cutting through the hum of the city.
"Do you really have to whistle so loudly and ruin the quiet mood?" Nilsha teased, her voice light yet pointed.
In response, Galvane purposely raised the volume of his whistling, delighting in the playful annoyance it caused the night elf. He reveled in her laughter, but he quickly stopped when Nilsha finally revealed her magical abilities, her hands glowing softly as she cupped them in front of his eyes, creating a shimmering barrier of light.