The Letter Bearer
Faced with Tarecgosa's actions, not only Zul'ra, but even Ge Gaoli had to turn around and focus their gaze intently on the girl's hands. A purple-blue light appeared between the Blue Dragonflight girl's palms; the light wasn't dazzling, merely obscuring her hands.
As the purple-blue light appeared, Tarecgosa's expression became focused, and her arms moved slightly. Her palms, which were covered by the blue light, seemed to be rubbing together. Then, as the purple-blue light dissipated, Tarecgosa's hands held something.
"Here, have a taste." Tarecgosa placed what she was holding in front of Zul'ra; it was Ironforge Rations, a slice of cheese sprinkled with meat gravy.
"Hmm!" Zul'ra looked at the Ironforge Rations in front of her, picked it up, took a bite, and then narrowed her eyes.
"How is it?" Ge Gaoli stared wide-eyed at Zul'ra, who was taking a bite without any hesitation.
"It's pretty good, do you want some?" Zul'ra chewed a couple of times and nodded slightly. The food tasted good. If Tarecgosa wasn't lying and this magic was something she had only recently mastered, then the Blue Dragonflight ' magical talent was indeed impressive, and they seemed to have a way of absorbing large amounts of arcane energy.
"This..." Ge Gaoli hesitated for a moment, too embarrassed to speak, but the Blue Dragonflight girl was very straightforward. She also made him an Ironforge Rations. He took a bite, and the delicious meat juice made from beer, offal, and shallots was poured over the cheese slices, then sprinkled with pepper and salt. It was indeed very delicious.
"Delicious, isn't it?" Zul'ra chewed on the cheese sticks drizzled with gravy in a few bites and asked Ge Gaoli. The taste and texture were good, but it lacked a natural flavor, like the difference between home-raised pork and factory-raised pork. However, for filling one's stomach, this difference was not significant.
"Okay, sure." Ge Gaoli nodded in agreement with Zul'ra, which made Tarecgosa smile very happily. Meanwhile, Anveena had finished talking with Borel and returned together. Anveena's expression was still a bit complicated, but it was no longer as strange and puzzled as before.
"Excuse me, Borel, we've already had our meal." Zul'ra looked at Anveena and raised a glass of Hot Apple Cider to Borel, which made Gregory, who was about to stand Ge Gaoli, sit down again. He felt it was best to pretend he wasn't there.
"It's alright, my friend, everyone has their own needs." Borel patted Anveena on the shoulder and nodded to Zul'ra.
"As long as you don't mind my rudeness," Zul'ra smiled and shook her head at the humanoid dragon.
"No, in fact, it's time to eat." Borel walked to the table, first pulling out a chair for Anveena, letting her and Ge Gaoli sit on one side, while Tarecgosa sat down next to Zul'ra.
The long dining table was already set with cutlery. Tarecgosa, Borel conjured up plates of food with a wave of his hand: a large roasted turkey, steaming broth in a deep dish, piles of bread and roast meat, vegetable salad in large bowls, and red cherry wine in each person's glass.
"Please, my friends, let us raise a glass to this joyous gathering. If there's anything else, let's talk about it after we've had our fill of food and drink!" Borel, seated at the head of the table, raised his glass and announced the start of the banquet.
After Borel spoke, Zul'ra had nothing more to say. The four of them lowered their heads to eat and drink, with Anveena being the only exception. However, after thinking for a moment, she also joined the battle for food.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Borel." After eating and drinking for a while, Zul'ra put down her knife and fork, raised the cherry wine in front of her, and thanked Borel had put down his cutlery at the same time.
"It is the host's duty to entertain guests," Borel politely replied, raising his glass in response.
"That's all for now, I have to..." Zul'ra looked at the ever-polite Borel, then turned to look at Ge Gaoli, who had stopped eating, and Anveena, who had already finished eating, and prepared to say goodbye.
Having eaten and drunk, and having seen the dragon, regardless of where Anveena went, Zul'ra felt he should return to Durnholde. But before he could finish saying goodbye, he suddenly heard voices.
"Mentor." It was a man's voice that came through.
"I'm sorry, it's my apprentice who's here." Upon hearing the voice, Borel stood up. A flash of light appeared on his body, and his red and white robes disappeared, replaced by a red armor. His long red and silver hair was combed back, and his round ears became pointed ears pointing to the sky.
"I apologize, this is how I usually appear to my apprentices. If you prefer, you can call me Krasus. Also, my real Korialstrasz." Borel, having changed his human appearance into that of High Elves, apologized to Zul'ra and Ge Gaoli and revealed his real name.
"It's alright." Zul'ra looked at the approaching Borel apprentice outside the tent, blinked at Borel, or perhaps Krasus, and shook her head.
"Mentor." Just then, the tent flap was lifted from the outside, and even Tarecgosa swallowed her food and turned to look. She saw a man in armor enter. He had red hair and a very handsome beard by human standards.
"Mentor, these are..." The man hadn't expected his mentor to have guests, especially since they were having a meal. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a strangely tall figure, a High Elves, and two humans. What an odd combination.
"Rhonin, these are my guests. What do you need me for? Have you eaten?" Krasus gave a brief introduction before asking the apprentice Rhonin.
"I've eaten, Master. I'm here to deliver a message to you on behalf of Master Modera." Rhonin looked at his unassuming master and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He knew his master's identity. Although the arrangement of these tables was strange, perhaps beneath their ordinary appearances lay enormous fire-breathing dragons.
"The affairs of Dalaran?" Krasus's long, silver eyebrows, typical of High Elves, twitched.
"Yes." Rhonin nodded, looking at his mentor who didn't immediately ask for the letter.
"Take it back! Tell Modera that I have withdrawn from the Kirin Tor." Krasus glanced at Zul'ra sitting beside him and directly refused the letter brought by Rhonin.
"Then what brings you here?" A clear female voice came from behind Rhonin, attracting everyone's attention. Behind Rhonin, a female High Elves stood up. She had long, flowing paisley hair, a slender figure, pointed ears, light armor, and carried a bow and arrows on her back. Her blue eyes probed and scanned the people in the tent.
"Vereesa, I don't think I need to ask you for permission to go anywhere!" Krasus lowered his long silver eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question you." The High Elves named Vereesa looked at Tarecgosa, then turned to look back at her own Zul'ra. Hearing Krasus's deep voice, she lowered her stance, but before Krasus could speak, she continued.
"But have you forgotten what Her Majesty the Queen suffered in the past!" In response to Vereesa's words, Rhonin, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but tug at her sleeve, while Zul'ra's brow twitched slightly.
"I don't need you to remind me what to watch out for. The Queen handles her own affairs, and you mortals should handle your own affairs as well. Don't try to drag us into this." Krasus's eyes narrowed to slits, his tone calm, but the warning was clear.