Rest & Review

The following day passed without much incident; Sintas read through her numerous notebooks and journals, looking for pertinent information while sipping a cup of cinnamon tea. Her bedroom floor was covered with the various pieces of paper she had taken from her notes, strewn about in the usual creative chaos of such moments. The highborn were a unique opportunity, due to one talented individual of the past: Millicent Serene. She had been an enchantress, much as Sintas was, but had taken her craft a step further. Somehow, by accident or by careful planning, she had developed formulae of enchantments that imbued objects with the very will of nature. This had granted much power to Eldre’thalas, and had also gained them favor with the world around them. Unfortunately, Millicent herself had passed away centuries ago, leaving only her notes and published works behind. Sintas bit her lip. If I could get my hands on those notes… She frowned. I wonder how willing the highborn would be to relinquishing those notes, though… To anyone, let alone another enchantress. She stretched her arms over her head, yawning. How long had she been at this? An hour? Surely longer than that. Two hours, at least. Though she couldn’t blame herself for taking so long, really. It was an important subject, and required plenty of thought and knowledge ahead of time. The highborn had been the upper caste of the first night elven society, the favored of Queen Azshara. And though these highborn of Eldre’thalas had not been at work in Zin’azshari working to bring in the Burning Legion, they were still a part of such a society. Plus, they had been led by a corrupt prince. Growing desperate in isolation and pained after the destruction of the Well of Eternity, the prince had ordered a demon be summoned as a source of power for the highborn. It had worked, for a time. Eventually, though, it became a burden for them to even contain the demon. They locked themselves away in their libraries for the most part, while others of their own withered away. Eldre’thalas was overcome with spirits. Food was in short supply. The highborn were desperate.
But despite their desperation, the night elves were none too excited to help. It was an uphill struggle, of course. The night elves had cast aside arcane magic at the behest of Malfurion Stormrage, the druid who had led them to salvation from the collapsing Well. To ask of the night elves to accept into society those who had basically spat in the shan’do’s face was… Well, it was rather difficult.
Sintas rested back on the pillows of her bed, sighing. Malfurion. If only he were here instead of serving the green dragonflight in the Emerald Dream. Though that was important. And wonderous, too, of course. But no one had heard any word from him for some time. And the nightmare…
She shook her head. No, if anyone could have an impact on it, it was him. But still.
Sintas, you distract yourself. She nodded. Back to what you were doing. You don’t want to end up embarrassing yourself. That was the last thing she would allow, to be improperly prepared. It was obvious, of course, she was to be watched carefully during the meeting. She picked up one of her notebooks, turning to an empty page in the back and picking up a pen. A checklist would be a good idea…

1.) Ask about Millicent Serene’s notes.
2.) Request a free inspection of Eldre’thalas.
3.)

Sintas tapped her pen on the third blank, frowning. What else?

3.) Support in Ashenvale.

Broll would appreciate that.