Gardening, Mural, Feeding

Had he prepared this tree on purpose? Sylvanas wondered.

The shears in her hands slowly trimmed the tall tree.

How about helping me with a bit of yard work? Then we can talk. You look like a battle-hardened veteran, but surely you wouldn't begrudge a few minutes to help a Pandaren bookworm like me tidy up the courtyard, would you?

I don't begrudge my time, but I never waste it on meaningless things, Pandaren!

Sylvanas somewhat regretted not refusing Zhou Zhuo's strange request more decisively earlier.

This fur-covered fellow had actually asked whether she liked gardening, then, without waiting for her response, handed her a pair of large shears and pointed at the tree in his courtyard. His meaning could not have been clearer.

Karash had warned her before that there was no telling how this Loremaster would receive her.

The Female Elf had experienced it now, and she began calculating how long it would take to kill this Pandaren with the shears in her hands.

"Excellent, perfectly trimmed." Zhou Zhuo stood behind the Female Elf, watching her tend every branch to just the right degree. "Follow the nature of the tree, and let it fulfill its nature. Some people cut away whatever displeases them, but that would truly kill the tree. That is not the Pandaren way of life."

Sylvanas did not stop moving her hands, but she kept pondering Zhou Zhuo's words.

She thought of the Forsaken. Nearly everyone on Azeroth rejected them, seeing them as a cancer upon the world that ought to be eradicated completely. But if that were truly done, would Azeroth really become better?

Sylvanas agreed with the Pandaren's words. The right and wrong of anything had to be judged through meticulous observation.

When she finished trimming the last branch, Zhou Zhuo applauded. "Oh,