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[theshadowkissed]

Who: Greensworn and you
What: Befriending Derenaar
Where: Derenaar and surrounding areas
When: July 12-20
Warnings: bad Darnassian grammar, possible demon killings

[OOC: This post is for any and all interaction with Derenaar and the Greensworn helping the elves from scouring demons to rearranging the greenery to other daily quests up to and including showing other Dragonsworn around. Please remember to add your tag to the post.]


[When the Greensworn arrived at Derenaar, they weren't entirely sure what to expect. Were these elves going to be like the Sin'thalas elves and wish their destruction because of some grudge against the dragons? Or would they be more like the elves of Silverglen Retreat, willing to allow them access and trade but stay distant? What they hadn't expected was - after a lengthy conversation in Darnassian between Rose Hathaway and the elven leaders of Derenaar - to be welcomed in with open arms to the city.

With it being better than initially expected, the Greensworn set about proving themselves by helping out in Derenaar. It seemed a bag of demon heads and a few Kaldorei druids that still honored the Green Flight went a long way.]

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[traitre]

[Just outside town, Qilby's stumbled upon three bowmen.

It's clear at a glance that neither of them are real soldiers, merely civilians looking to defend their borders. It would be a simple matter to just overpower them-- but unless he's trying to create more work for himself, he needs to keep his interactions with any Night Elf strictly peaceful. So through a combination of the handful of words in Darnassian he's picked up here and there and crude sign language, he manages to communicate Silverglen and friend but it's obvious the bowmen are still skeptical.

Qilby holds back a a grimace. If these were any other elves, he'd just plant whatever damned truth he wanted in their heads and be done with it. But it seems there's at least one weakness to the Blacksworn gift of "persuasion": he can't force a lie on someone if they can't even understand a word he's saying. Wonderful.

He might be here a while... Unless some charitable soul happens along, that is.]

[theshadowkissed]

[One of the bowmen disappeared into the forest after telling the blacksworn to while the other kept their bows trained on Qilby. A few minutes later, Rose arrived with the elf that had gone to get her. She wasn't wearing her armor, though she was still armed with the large sword, though it rest across her back.]

Hey, old man. What brings you south?

[traitre]

[His face doesn't betray his surprise when a familiar Greensworn shows up on the scene. Well, well, well. He addresses Rose coolly, as if he's not at risk of being used as an elven pincushion.]

Merely gathering some reagents that grow best in this area. [Which is true, and he indicates as much by reaching into the pack slung over his one good shoulder (flinching when one of the elves pulls his bowstring even more taut) and holding up a bundle of pale-blue blooms. Innocent, see?

He may have come here for ingredients, but-- the Green Dragonflight, here? Suddenly he's found something far more interesting.]

They answer to you? Perhaps you could ask them to lower their weapons before I'm forced to retaliate with my... [He smiles, brandishing the flowers mock-threateningly.] ...Dangerous flowers?

[theshadowkissed]

They don't answer to me, but they've asked me to come deal with you since they had some trouble understanding what you wanted.

[She then asked the elves to relax, in Darnassian. She added on that Qilby was from the Black Flight and was just gathering herbs. One of them raised an eyebrow when she said he was blacksworn but lowered his bow and told the others to do the same. The elf then told Rose that they'd be watching Qilby and slipped back into the woods.]

You'll probably have some elven shadows while you're in the area.

[traitre]

[Some things don't need to be translated to be understood. Qilby gets the gist of the conversation between Rose and the others even before she passes it along to him. He frowns slightly.]

They don't have to worry. I don't believe I'll stay away from Silverglen long if this is the reception I can expect here.

[Sighing, he tucks the herbs away back in his pack but flashes a quick, grateful smile afterwards.] But thank you-- Rose, is it? I appreciate the... Timely intervention.

[There's a question in his voice. Surely she just didn't happen to be in the area, not when she's apparently on-hand for the elves to go fetch for help whenever something steps foot over their borders. There must be a reason she's here.]

[theshadowkissed]

Well, you know how xenophobic people can get. Takes a lot to get them to let you inside and even then they want to keep others out. Some things just take time.

[Rose hears that question and mulls over how exactly she wanted to answer it.]

This is Derenaar, by the way. My flight's established really strong relations with these elves. They respect what the Green Flight does in this world, so they let us in. I've managed to get them to understand that the dragonsworn are here to help against the Burning Legion, so they're probably going to let other flights pass through, but you see how they get when they can't understand what you're saying.

So just walk softly and don't stay long when here until I can make things better for all of us. Okay?

[traitre]

[That last remark raises his hackles immediately. Talking like that she almost sounds like Yugo, like a child who thinks she knows everything, thinks she has all the answers... She has no idea whats best for him (the boy certaintly didn't either) and her presumption that she does nearly has him saying as much before he can stop himself lashing out.

Careful, he has to remind himself -- you haven't lasted these past few millennia by challenging every display of idiocy you're subjected to. It takes considerable effort to keep his smile from slipping, but hey. At least he didn't start a fight.

His nod is imperceptibly stiff.] Of course, anything to help.

It's good work you're doing here, I must say. [He waves his hand. The airiness in the gesture masks the maliciousness hidden deep, deep beneath his words.] I was just thinking it was high time the other flights started doing something to make friendly with our neighbours.

[theshadowkissed]

Eventually, this city will be a hub for every flight. I'd like for us all to be able to work together some day so we can take of the Burning Legion and finally get to go home. But the elves are very slow to change their views on things.

I hope you can understand that it will take time before these elves are willing to entertain the idea of another flight walking freely through their streets. I don't want any conflict.

[traitre]

[He arches a brow. His reply is slow, deliberate.] There won't be any.

Have any other Dragonsworn been causing trouble? Or am I the only one receiving this speech? [His little laugh says it's not a problem, he understands, he's simply being flippant-- but no, really. Is there a reason he's being reminded so much not to cause any conflict? Anything he should be concerned about other people knowing (or believing?)]

[theshadowkissed]

[Oh, there are reasons, but it's mostly unproven suspicious at the moment. Easy to pass off as something else.]

Not yet and I just want to make sure of it. So far, any other dragonsworn that has wandered this way I consider friends, so I know they won't do anything. I don't really know you.

Don't worry; there will be others told the same thing if they come this way. The Derenaar elves expect me to be clear.

[traitre]

No. I suppose you don't know me.

I'd hoped to rectify that sooner, but I do have a tendency to get caught up in my research sometimes. [He rests his hand on the pack at his side. Unless he's got a bunch of book-shaped herbs in there, plants aren't the only thing he carries with him, apparently.]

And I'd hoped to do so under better circumstances, too. Such as... Somewhere where you don't have to rescue me from territorial elves. [He cants his head.] Perhaps another time? You're always welcome at Silverglen, and I should thank you properly after all.

[And he should have a chance to pick the brain of the whelp calling herself leader of the Greensworn.]

[theshadowkissed]

I'll be busy here for a while, but I make my rounds through Silverglen often enough. Perhaps we can share a drink sometime.

[Her eyes flickered to the pack, seeing the books.] I'm certainly interested in your research. Those books have to be more captivating than dreamfoil.

i guess assume this takes place sometime after your option b then o7

[traitre]

[He smiles. She would be interested in his research, wouldn't she? Never fear. It'll bear fruit soon enough-- and when it does, everyone will get to see him reap the benefits.]

I find everything captivating, although plant life -- the study, the engineering of it -- has always been a specialty of mine. [Qilby glances upwards behind her, where the branches of an unnaturally-tall tree crown over the rest of the foliage surrounding the elven city. He's been here long enough to recognize a tree shaped by men's hands -- Greensworn hands -- when he sees it.

With a small motion of his head at the structure, he indicates as such.] Sometimes I think I was assigned to the wrong flight.

[theshadowkissed]

Who knows what formula the dragons use to place us. Though the fact that you're using the word 'engineering' in reference to plant life might be an indication why you weren't placed with the Green Flight. We don't force the plant life to do anything; we ask it.

But I should let you get back to your herb gathering. See you around.

[traitre]

[He raises a brow at that. Girl has a sharp tongue. Another reason he likes his plants: they don't make noise.

An arch look. His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.] Is that right? I suppose if you ask very nicely, they'll even give you a piece of candy.
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[Looks like this "friendly" conversation's over. Qilby turns his back on Rose and checks his bag to make sure everything's in order. Reagents, precious notes-- looks like it.] Take care, Greensworn.

[And he means it in every sense of the word. With that he flings up a portal, steps through, and a second later he's gone.]

[theshadowkissed]

[Rose doesn't reply that if she did ask the right plant the right way, it probably would give her something sweet. And she also decided not to point out that was better than licking a bunch of sugar rocks in the Obsidian Sanctum. She just kept her neutral expression while he left.

Once gone, she waited a couple seconds to make sure he was gone before heading back to the city. One of the elves joined her, asking her questions she really wasn't in the mood to answer. Hopefully, Qilby would stay away and make Rose's life easier.]