Loremaster

The moment Sylvanas and her soldiers entered the Pearlfin Tribe's village, they immediately drew the Murlocs' attention. The Silver Covenant had just saved one of their companions. Sylvanas did not expect a warm welcome, but did they have to look at her with such suspicion?

"It seems the people here aren't very friendly."

"They're sensitive, General."

The Ranger-General gave a slight nod and headed with her soldiers toward the highest structure in the village—a shrine. Several stone pillars supported it, with a koi statue on either side.

Some sort of ritual seemed to be underway here. Before the shrine stood a Murloc leaning on a cane, while a group of his kin knelt on both sides of the aisle.

"That is their elder. His name is Lushan, though he is also called the Water-speaker."

Sylvanas signaled for her soldiers to remain where they were and approached alone. The Murloc who had been rescued alongside Taylor was there as well, waiting beside the elder with a stone bowl in his hands, filled with a liquid that looked like water.

The Female Elf gave a slight bow with the utmost courtesy she could manage. Though he was revered as an elder, Lushan's face did not bear a single wrinkle. Sylvanas could only judge his age by his long fish whiskers. If Murlocs lived as long as Elves, this elder was likely over a thousand years old.

Before she could speak, the Murloc beside the elder held the water in his hands out before his benefactor.

"I'm not thirsty," Sylvanas said. But the Murloc merely gave an awkward smile and still hoped she would drink it.

With some misgivings, Sylvanas accepted the bowl and took a small sip. Her sense of smell told her there was nothing wrong with the water. Yet the