Goblins Bring Gifts

Theramore's morning mist had yet to disperse when Jaina teleported over from her Mage Tower.

Amid the glow of arcane magic, the young mage smiled as she walked toward the living room. Deren was discussing something with the Black Dragon, while Onyxia's smile was particularly voluptuous.

"What wind blew the little mage over so early? Breakfast hasn't even started yet." The Black Dragon was a little unhappy to see Jaina arrive so early. She isn't here to steal Deren again, is she?

"How is Theresa?" Deren was still concerned about his beloved daughter.

"Teacher Aegwynn is watching her." Thinking of her successor, Jaina smiled happily. Then she immediately remembered why she had come. "Prince Rivendare will be visiting you this morning."

Thinking of the Goblin Prince, who had worked with him for years and now made a fortune in Northrend, Deren figured he had come back to show his gratitude and secure another opportunity to cooperate. He nodded. "Then let's meet this morning." He then turned to Onyxia. "Why don't you come along too? I suspect it's good news."

The Black Dragon tilted her head and thought for a moment before nodding. "All right, I'll go take a look too. Twilight Finance really helped me vent some of my anger last time. I wonder whether my old father, Deathwing, has been angered to death again."

With business out of the way, Jaina sat beside Deren and said somewhat bashfully, "Are you free tonight? Theresa has been a little fussy before bed. Why don't you tell her some bedtime stories?"

"No, I don't think I can!" At the thought of spending the night in the Mage Tower, Deren's head began to ache. He would have to go ten rounds when he got back. That was a Black Dragon! Did he still