It was a time of peace since the defeat of the Legion. Horde and Alliance forces set aside their personal hatreds to work together and vanquish the larger evil presence, and prevailed. For the first time since Taiream was revived, she had never seen such teamwork. Songs would be sang of this time, and stories would become legends. For the first time in years, peace fell upon Azeroth.
"Miss Sandoval, a message from the Banshee Queen herself, if I may." A tall guard tapped against the open door of Taiream's work quarters, holding a small letter in his hand. Taiream looked up from her work, pushing her goggles up to the top of her head. She gestured for the guard to continue.
"You are invited to attend a planned visit to Arathi Highlands where King Anduin Wrynn and Lady Sylvanas Windrunner have agreed for a small reunion between human and forsaken, to talk to family otherwise left behind or killed. We leave in two days, where we will travel through Silverpine and Hillsbrad to Arathi Highlands." The forsaken looked up from the paper for a brief moment. "There will be no weapons, no magic, and no hostility. We leave the same day by dusk. Will you join?
Taiream stood from her desk, her back bones cracking as she rose. "Mm, no thank you." Picking up the blueprints she was recently working on, she walked to the leftmost wall and pinned it. Realising the guard remained, she turned to him, "Anything else?"
