In five days, the Combined Fleet crossed the boundless Great Sea and entered the territory of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
Even before the warships reached port, they could see a golden radiance enveloping Eversong Woods in the distance. It was already noon, yet that sacred glow still shone over all of Quel'Thalas like the light before sunrise.
The real sight was far more natural and breathtaking than the rendered lighting in the game world.
The Sunwell's radiance appeared by day and vanished into the darkness. Even after ten thousand years, the arcane power it contained had never weakened.
The well's power protected the elves from magical addiction and transformed the cold northern forest into a perfect realm of eternal spring.
The warships entered the river, and a gentle spring breeze brushed their faces.
It was early summer, and the midday sun should have been scorching and dry, but Southern Eversong Woods seemed to have been fitted with an enormous central air conditioner.
The weather was perfect, the breeze mild. Rowan rubbed his face and sighed in admiration. "As expected of the high elves' homeland. This place is practically a vacation paradise. Valeera, if I have time, could I crash at your old home for a few days and enjoy elven life?"
Rowan had specifically recalled Valeera from the trading caravan. This was the Combined Fleet's first visit to Quel'Thalas, and they urgently needed an expert guide in this unfamiliar land.
Valeera remained expressionless. "No problem, young master. But elves generally don't let outsiders stay overnight. In what capacity would you stay in my home?"
Rowan looked puzzled. "As your boss?"
"No. At the very least, you'd have to be family. Of course, if you can get an invitation from King Anasterian and the Silvermoon Council, you can enter Silvermoon City