The Arcane Master screamed, "What did you do? Why can't I cast a single spell? You... are you some kind of demon?"
"You hid inside your turtle shell for ten thousand years without making any progress, and now you're still boasting about your greatness in front of outsiders. What a joke. Is it really so difficult to stop you from casting arcane spells? Did you spend those ten thousand years living like a dog?" Aegwynn mercilessly berated her in Elven.
"Just wait. Face Suramar's wrath!" Unwilling to have her magic restrained, the Arcane Master immediately pulled a flare from her robes and fired an alarm fireball into the sky.
Such a high-level alarm immediately drew the attention of the city's strongest forces. A group of figures teleported over, led by an even more powerful Arcane Master.
"What is going on?" The leader was the renowned "Big Cousin." Deren had once slogged through Suramar's interminable, nauseating quests until he wanted to throw up.
Her subordinates quickly reported what had happened. Alysande proudly raised her head and looked at Tyrande and Aegwynn. "Outsiders, are you challenging Suramar's dignity?" Her eyes constantly appraised the two visitors.
"Oh, Tyrande? I remember now. It's been ten thousand years!" Alysande finally remembered that the High Priestess was the little elf who had left Suramar. "Why have you brought people here now? Suramar does not welcome your arrival."
It seemed the "Big Cousin" had some discernment after all. She knew Tyrande was a hero of the War of the Ancients, while Aegwynn, though human, possessed unfathomable strength. That was why her words were not quite as provocative.
"Alysande, I only brought my friends here to find Thalyssra. Why are you blocking us and even attacking us? Is Suramar preparing to wage war?" Tyrande was far less restrained