Outside Suramar City, at Deren's campsite.
The moment Thalyssra saw Tyrande, she cried out in surprise, "It really is Tyrande! Why did you suddenly come here? The Nightwell's energy in Suramar City was depleted last night. Did that have anything to do with you?"
Tyrande set down the withered one and calmly greeted her. "Hello, Thalyssra. It's been ten thousand years. What happened here?"
The High Priestess was also an expert at playing dumb. Although Deren had not explicitly said they had stolen someone else's treasure, how could an ancient elf who had lived for ten thousand years fail to notice that Suramar's upheaval was connected to their group? So she deliberately pretended not to know.
When Thalyssra heard that the other party seemed clueless and saw several other elves and humans, she did not know where to begin.
Deren stepped forward instead and asked with feigned concern, "Hello, two beautiful ladies. What happened here? Why has that huge bubble disappeared? I also heard people screaming."
Alysande stared at the man for a long while but found nothing remarkable about him. One utterly ordinary man mixed into a group of women was indeed rather strange.
She summoned several Nightborne sentries and pulled them aside to question them about what had happened the previous night. The sentries honestly recounted what they had seen. These outsiders had eaten and drunk, then gone to sleep. Nothing unusual had happened.
"And what about the middle of the night? Did you keep watching them the whole time?" Alysande still refused to give up.
One sentry hesitated. He had been about to admit that he had fallen asleep while on duty in the middle of the night. But remembering Alysande's usual severity, he swallowed the words and immediately declared firmly, "No. I watched them the entire