Thrall left the venue and hurried off to find Ratchet's Goblin mage. With his reputation, they should be able to get a substantial discount.
Jaina, meanwhile, brought Deren back to their residence, and the atmosphere quickly grew heated.
"The news should have gotten out, right?" As soon as they arrived home, Deren spoke softly to Jaina.
"Don't worry, it definitely has. There are so many eyes in City Hall; Tyrande must have planted a few there," Jaina said with certainty.
"Darling, what are you two discussing?" Black Dragon Onyxia stepped forward. Seeing the man and woman whispering together right after teleporting over made her a little unhappy.
"Oh, Oni, we were discussing how someone will soon come knocking to give us money." Deren reacted at once, beaming as he ingratiated himself with his Black Dragon Companion.
Onyxia raised a brow, a smile curling at her lips. "That good? Did that ancient priestess run into trouble again? Is she looking for Deren to solve it?"
Before Deren could answer, Jaina took her leave. "I'll head back and show my face first. She'll come directly to you."
"Alright." Deren nodded. This was the act the two of them had planned.
With that, Jaina cast another Teleportation Spell and vanished.
"Darling, what riddle are you two playing?" The Black Dragon looked at Deren with a smile that did not reach her eyes. The meaning was obvious: confess on your own, or face torture?
"Let me explain, let me explain!" Deren immediately raised his hands to show his innocence. Then he took the initiative to hug the Black Dragon around the waist and helped her sit down. Resting his head on her lap, he whispered, "You know about my visit to receive that Orc Great Chieftain today, right?"
"Mhm!" Onyxia had heard Deren mention