Night had fallen over Suramar.
With no visitors in ten thousand years, the city had no service buildings like inns. Thalyssra had the confiscated residence of Alysande tidied up and arranged for Deren and his group to stay there temporarily.
"I'm truly sorry. Due to our lack of preparation, you'll have to make do with staying here for now." Thalyssra spoke apologetically, but she could not hide the pride on her face. After all, Alysande's residence was the most luxurious and exquisite place in the entire city.
Azshara wore a reluctant expression. "Fine. Though it's nowhere near as beautiful as my former Royal Palace, I can only make do in a little place like this."
"Lord Deren, would you like me to show you around and introduce you to the cultural beauty of elven architecture?" She looped her arm around Deren's again, looking eager to please. Then Onyxia immediately took his other arm, and the Black Dragon sneered. "I'll naturally take care of my Deren."
The others had long grown used to watching the Queen and the dragon compete for his affection. Even Thalyssra was no longer interested. She merely stepped forward and said to Azshara, "Regarding the proposal you made today, I still need to discuss it with the city's elders. I'll give you an answer tomorrow. Is that acceptable?"
"Oh, haha, no problem, no problem. We're not in a hurry. It wasn't easy for us to get out and have some fun, so why not stay a few more days and enjoy such beautiful scenery?" Deren said indifferently after hearing the translation.
Thalyssra understood what he meant. The ones who should be anxious were the Nightborne, whose mana hunger was tormenting them.
She gave a curtsy, bowed, and withdrew, vanishing into the city's night.
"All right, does anyone