Two more days passed. Kael'thas had not yet managed to rush over, as a mess of affairs still awaited handover in his kingdom. Meanwhile, Theramore quickly returned to peace.
As a result of this city-wide lockdown, Jaina not only rooted out the infiltration of the Pit Lord, but she also dragged up a host of old, unsolved cases. Though she distributed plenty of bounties, under the banner of redressing grievances and clearing names, she ruthlessly dealt with a batch of black-hearted, evil scoundrels and raked in a massive fortune from confiscated assets. Overnight, the social climate in Theramore improved dramatically.
"Vereesa says Sylvanas has improved quite a bit and is already recovering. She should be over to thank you in a day or two." Extricating herself from the tangled web of political affairs, Jaina teleported straight to Deren's house again, quite naturally setting out her own cutlery.
"Mm, this soup is good. What did you put in it?" The Princess Mage had a Mage Hand ladle her a bowl of rich soup, and after taking a sip, she found it intensely flavorful.
The Black Dragon Onyxia felt an itch of absolute hatred toward this princess who occasionally dropped by to contest her old companion. She chuckled sinisterly, "This is a tonic Jaina brewed for Deren. We swapped out the ingredients today. Since you find it so delicious, you can have a bit more."
"Ah!" Jaina froze, then asked with concern, "Is Deren alright? Does he need a couple of days to recuperate?"
Deren quickly chimed in, "It's fine, it's fine. Things have just been rather busy lately. Sylvanas got hurt, so Vereesa was run off her feet, and Chromie hasn't gone looking for her at all, leaving her stuck at home—"
The man's implication was glaringly obvious. Lezi Long went