...lmost didn't hear the king's next statement.
"Of course, Your Majesty," Symond replied turning his attention to the king. "We will leave immediately."
Symond found Vallun to be very intriguing. Instead of a horse, like his steed, she rode atop a large alien animal called an Ellek. It was a rather large animal, but proved to be as agile as a horse. Talking to her was rather difficult as the Ellek was twice the size of his horse and he had to shout to be heard. It wasn't until they reached Ashenvalle and found the inn that the two travelers could finally talk.
The Night Elf innkeeper apologized but there was only a single room available. It seemed that the war in the forests left many rooms full for priests and druids to work their magic and help fallen soldiers recover. Symond was a little nervous about the arrangement but hid his secret happiness at the interesting turn of events.
Vallun asked many questions about Azeroth claiming that she had not ventured very far from the Exodar. They exchanged stories and more than a few mugs of Night Elven wine (which seemed to affect the Draenei more than Symond expected).
"Ah, I fear I have drunk too much Elven spirits," Vallun remarked in her lilting accented Common. Her accent was like music to Symond's ears and, with the help of a little drunken slur, he found it to be totally irresistible.
"Forgive me, Vallun,"...