Glory needed someone to share it with. Shane turned his head, only to find no one beside him. Sylvanas and his subordinates had launched their spring offensive, and even when Shane came to Silvermoon City to become a master, she had not returned. He felt a little disappointed.
"You should consider marriage. Once you become a master, you'll have so much to do you won't know which way to turn. You'll need a partner to help manage your life and career. Have children to carry on your bloodline early, too, and you could say you've lived without regrets."
His mentor brought it up again, wearing the grin of a shameless old rascal. Shane was tempted as well, but as for whom...
"Mentor, I like the Windrunners..."
"That's fine, that's fine. I'll handle the Windrunners for you. Now tell me, which of the Windrunner Sisters do you like?"
"Sylvanas and Vereesa."
"Good, good, good. They aren't spellcasters, but I'll bring it up for you. I imagine the looks on those old Windrunner geezers' faces will be quite something."
His mentor's grin practically proclaimed another victory for the Dawnblade over the Windrunners. With Shane among them, the Dawnblade had gone from one victory to the next. The best proof was their two seats on the council. The Dawnblade had a bright future, and every member of the clan believed it, taking heart from the thought.
Yet his mentor teleported away and returned within a few hours with a patch of eyebrow missing. "Ah, Shane, let's not discuss the Windrunners. How about something else?"
The Dawnblade and the Windrunners could not reconcile so easily, especially when one side held the advantage. Anyone who investigated Shane's feelings would discover them; they could not be hidden. His mentor had most likely done this deliberately to