The warship sailed slowly through the mist for a day.
Rowan had avoided following the path of the Mist Energy, and sure enough, they no longer found themselves going in circles.
Yet the warship still blundered aimlessly through the Misty Sea like a headless chicken.
"I think Talanji has a point. The ship hasn't returned to where it started. That means the sea fog isn't a closed loop. We've also escaped the cycle that kept us going in circles." Jaina scratched her head and found quite a few golden hairs in her hand.
She was actually losing hair. Jaina's heart trembled as she instantly recalled the gleaming heads of Dalaran's High Archmages.
There had always been a saying in Dalaran: not every mage was bald, but a bald mage was bound to be powerful.
I've gone bald, but I've grown stronger. Every mage who went bald before thirty consoled themselves with those words.
No, no! If my hairline starts receding, how much fringe would I need to cover this huge forehead? Rowan definitely wouldn't like it.
"I-I'll leave you two to talk. I'm going to wash my hair. Oh, Talanji, didn't you tell me you had a shampoo that could help hair grow?" Jaina felt little distance between herself and Talanji. As fellow princesses, they had plenty to talk about.
Jaina's easy friendliness had also put Talanji at ease. The two got along very well.
"I added some Natural Growth Elixir from Krag'wa's habitat. It should work pretty well."
Talanji generously rummaged through her bag, but after several minutes of searching, she found nothing.
These were all her treasures. She knew exactly which box held which skincare product and what each one did.
If it wasn't in her bag, there was only one explanation.
"Rowan probably crushed it underfoot. It's