The young ranger was dragged over again by Ravenholdt's assassins.
She stared in panic at the people holding blades and short crossbows, afraid that she and Deren would be killed.
"Deren!" She looked at Deren standing there completely at ease, her heart full of confusion.
Deren glanced at Ragnaros. The Black Dragon Prince gave a slight bow and gestured for him to go ahead, allowing him to speak with Vereesa.
"I'm going with Prince Ragnaros to take care of something. I'll need to be gone for a while. Go back and tell Onyxia and Jaina not to worry. Once it's done, I'll come back," Deren said calmly, asking Vereesa to bring the message back.
The young ranger froze, never expecting things to turn out like this. She looked pleadingly at Deren. "Can you not go?"
"It'll be fine. Ragnaros isn't a bad dragon, he's just asking me for help. Go back and tell Onyxia," Deren comforted her. Then he signaled with his eyes for her not to throw a tantrum and to hurry away from these people. Only then could he think about the next step. Otherwise, with her beside him, there were many methods he couldn't use.
Vereesa bit her lip too, knowing that as long as she was there, Deren had no choice but to submit to being held hostage. So she nodded. "All right. I'll bring the message as quickly as I can."
Deren turned to Ragnaros. "See? Is this acceptable?"
The Black Dragon Prince smiled faintly. "Very good. We're all part of the black dragon family. It's best not to have misunderstandings."
Then he gestured to one of his men. "Escort this elf back to Theramore and ensure her safety."
"Yes!" The thin man who had brought Deren over immediately took another person with him and