Deren did not react much. "Didn't you say everything had already been arranged in The Barrens? There's no need to worry anymore. Besides, worrying won't change anything. It'll only ruin our mood."
Tyrande sighed, leaned back, and sprawled across the sofa, looking as though she had decided to give up and lie flat too.
Deren was stunned by the way she flopped down with her limbs spread out. He had never seen a High Priestess sit so improperly, casually spreading her legs as she lay on a sofa. Was that really appropriate?
Just as Deren awkwardly turned his head away to avoid seeing anything improper, the Black Dragon began firing away. "Hey, long ears, why did you come to my home looking like that? Are all your elves' treehouses full or something?"
Tyrande lazily glanced at Onyxia. "What are you afraid of? You've already seen me in a maid outfit. Lying here for a while is nothing, is it?"
Onyxia choked on her words. Thinking of how that outfit was still kept in her collection, she wondered whether this ten-thousand-year-old old elf had grown thicker-skinned too. She could only say, "That was then. Shouldn't you at least show some respect for the owner of this place?"
Seeing the two women starting to clash, Deren knew things were going badly and hurriedly changed the subject. "Why do you look so tired?"
The High Priestess rolled her eyes at him. "Isn't it because your plan wore me out?"
What did that have to do with him? Deren said with a headache, "Don't blame me unfairly. Dealing with Thrall is no easy matter. I've lost so much hair already. Nothing will go wrong with your arrangements in The Barrens, right?"
Once business was mentioned, Tyrande perked up as well. "Don't worry. Tonight, we'll