Sa'ella had not spent much time with Rowan, but everything that had happened in Val'sharah had convinced her that he was someone she could truly trust.
Although she had to stay in Val'sharah and help everyone rebuild their homes, her uncle, who had spent so long shut away at home, had no need to do that work.
Ever since Rowan had invited the two of them to work in Kul Tiras, she had been looking forward to leaving.
Who could have expected that, in the grove beneath the World Tree, she would receive Elune's legacy and become a moon warrior?
Uncle Farodin had said that greater power meant greater responsibility. Sa'ella thought that made perfect sense, so she had chosen to stay in Val'sharah for now and let her uncle go to Rowan alone. At least that gave him something to look forward to.
Of course, she had other reasons for sending her uncle to Kul Tiras.
After spending some time in Suramar, Uncle Farodin had become an entirely different elf. He drifted through his days in a daze, all his former energy and liveliness gone.
Now, Uncle Farodin was nothing more than a scruffy old elf.
Had he not needed to make an appearance this time and leave a good impression on Lord Rowan, Uncle Farodin would certainly have refused to shave off his bushy beard.
"I really don't want to leave you, little Ella. Can you take care of yourself in Val'sharah all alone?" Like an overgrown child, Farodin dawdled along behind Sa'ella, looking thoroughly troubled.
Sa'ella tugged hard on the sleeve of Farodin's crudely made robe and marched ahead with her head down.
"Uncle, I'm not the child you picked up all those years ago anymore. Besides, I'm doing better without you now. You stay cooped up