When Jaina returned Derek, quite a while passed before she reappeared in Deren's living room.
With a loud bang, a gold-trimmed oak chest was heavily set down on the floor of Deren's living room. Onyxia's nose immediately twitched, and her golden slit pupils narrowed to thin lines—she had smelled gold.
"A gift of thanks from my father and mother." Jaina wiped the sweat from her forehead. "They were incredibly excited to see Brother restored to health."
Deren crouched down and opened the lid, immediately dazzled by the golden light. Inside were piles of gold bars, silverware, gem jewelry, and even several Kul Tiras-style ship models—all glittering gold, gaudy yet practical.
"Wow." The three Red Dragon Maidservants crowded over, their eyes wide.
Onyxia shoved them aside, grabbed a handful of gold coins, and let them slip through her fingers. "I like your parents' standards, human Princess."
Jaina smiled helplessly. "Father put this together at the last minute. He said a formal gift would take time to prepare, but his gratitude had to arrive first." She turned to Deren. "He also asked me to pass on a message—Kul Tiras will always remember the kindness of its friends."
Deren let out a soft whistle. Daelin Proudmoore, that proud Admiral, being willing to say something like "always remember" was already the highest level of diplomatic courtesy.
"Plenty of face, and the substance to match." Deren patted the chest. "Thank the Admiral for me."
Onyxia had already sprawled across the chest like a dragon guarding her treasure—though she was one to begin with. "Mine," she declared. "It's all mine."
Watching this, Jaina's lips curled upward slightly. "Father also said that if you have time, you're welcome to visit Kul Tiras. He wants to thank you in person. Of course, they also want to visit you