Theramore.
Deren said goodbye to the Windrunner Sisters and hurriedly fled Sylvanas's gaze.
But he did not immediately succeed in getting home. On the road, a blue figure blocked his way.
"Oh, lord Deren, it's been so long. I heard you went to Quel'Thalas for a vacation. Now that you're back, why didn't you come find me?" Stellagosa, the little star among the Blue Dragons, suddenly popped out.
Another creditor. Deren had not expected to run into her here.
"Heh, well, I've been pretty busy." He could only give a wry smile.
"Come on, have a drink with me. How about it?" the Blue Dragon girl said openly, making her request.
"A drink?" Deren felt a certain part of himself turn unwell, and he asked timidly, "What are we going to drink?"
"A glass of wine. New instructions came down from above, and I want to discuss them with you." Stellagosa took his arm and half dragged him forward.
Hearing that there were new instructions, Deren also wanted to know what this was about, so he had no choice but to keep up with her.
The two of them found a quiet bar, got a private room, and ordered some wine and food.
"Sit, Mr. Deren." Stellagosa had not even drunk yet, but a blush had already risen on her face. Perhaps the dim, confused lighting here had reminded her of certain past events.
As for Deren, he had long since accumulated more than enough anti-dragon special-attack experience. Changing the color did not stop it from working.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Deren." Little Star's own voice was trembling as she spoke, yet she was still rushing to comfort someone else.
Deren stayed silent. I haven't even done anything. You're the one who's nervous, aren't you?
The Blue Dragon girl impatiently