"That's right! Yes!" Bariyan answers with enthusiasm. He likes blood elves! Well. He likes them in theory. Unfortunately, most of the race doesn't like Bariyan.

Something soars above their heads, shaking the treetops. Bariyan grips Syllona's hand tightly and pulls her up, easily, settling both of them down securely upon his somewhat less creaky branch. He looks up above them and whistles.

"And dragons," Bariyan says.