Oculeth had never imagined that Elisande would agree to let him return to Suramar.
Although Oculeth had a mission to carry out and Elisande wanted to keep using him to serve Suramar, she had still wanted to throw him into a dungeon back when he was the chief telemancer, a member of Suramar's elite in both rank and status.
Simply put, although Elisande was Suramar's leader, her thinking still carried a feminine emotional bent. Thalyssra had pleaded on Oculeth's behalf, Elisande's heart had softened, and her feelings had overridden the law and the rules.
After leaving Suramar, Oculeth had spent the journey inwardly grumbling about Elisande.
It was a bad habit inherited from the Kaldorei of ancient times: female elves often rose to the pinnacle of power.
After Queen Azshara, Tyrande had taken power over the Night Elves, a branch of the Kaldorei, while Elisande ruled the Shal'dorei Nightborne.
Throughout the history of elven civilization, female elves always seemed to have the last laugh in struggles for power.
I'm shaking with rage and chilled to the bone. When will our male elven brethren finally get to stand tall?
The Moonlight Skiff sailed out from the Broken Shore. The boundless sea was so empty that his gaze could find nowhere to rest.
If a few seagulls had not come to forage at sea and made a little noise, Oculeth would probably have withdrawn into himself long ago.
"Why did I believe Farondis's nonsense and go to Nar'thalas Academy to study Arcane Magic? Wouldn't the nature school's Druid teachings have been better?"
Grumbling, Oculeth found a blanket, spread it on the deck, and forced himself to sleep.
In truth, Oculeth did not like Druid teachings. He simply envied how Druids could use sleep as an excuse to think through solutions whenever they