The Rooms Here Are All Full

Aegwynn's question was like a bucket of cold water, temporarily dousing the flames of chaos in the room. Every gaze—angry, curious, embarrassed, or eager for a show—focused on the three Blue Dragon visitors.

Stellagosa took a deep breath and stepped forward once more. She ignored Onyxia's nearly fire-spewing glare and passed over Kalecgos, who was still hissing through his teeth nearby. Facing Aegwynn and Deren, she maintained her impeccable poise.

"Esteemed Lady Aegwynn, Mister Deren," she said in her usual cool voice, as though the farce from moments ago had never happened. "Lord Malygos sent us here primarily to return these arcane essences, which may have been mistakenly allocated from the Old God treasury. That matter is now concluded." She gave a slight nod toward the gems Chromie had just happily accepted.

"Secondly," she continued, arcane radiance flowing through her blue eyes, "His Lordship believes that the Blue Dragon Race has remained secluded for too long. We need to rebuild contact and mutual understanding with the other beings of Azeroth, especially the major races of the rapidly developing Alliance. Theramore, as an important Alliance port city with a blend of many cultures, is an ideal place for observation and exchange. Therefore, His Lordship hopes that Malygosa and I may reside here temporarily."

Her words were proper and official, but at the end, her gaze subtly shifted toward Chromie. Her tone softened slightly, carrying an almost imperceptible plea. "Lord Chronormu, as a guardian of time who has lived here for many years, you are undoubtedly the most familiar with Theramore. His Lordship hopes that, if possible, we might receive some initial guidance from you. Of course, having a familiar and reliable place to stay would make it easier for us to adapt to this place."

The implication was practically explicit—Malygos wanted