When Herad found Prophet Velen, the bearded old man, who had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, was visiting the Draenei refugees.
Prophet Velen had already been a towering figure back in the days of the Eredar.
But judging by his sincere expression as he spoke with the refugees, he certainly was not putting on a show.
The purple-skinned Prophet Velen stood out among the blue-skinned Draenei.
Seeing Herad approach, Velen picked up the pace of his visits slightly.
There were only a few hundred refugees at the Temple of Karabor, so they did not take up too much of his time.
He soon finished visiting the refugees and thanked Herad, who stood nearby.
"Young man, on behalf of all my people, I thank you for your selfless assistance."
Seeing Velen bend to bow, Herad quickly raised his hands to stop him.
A High Elf less than 1.8 meters tall trying to stop a Draenei just over 2.2 meters tall from bowing made for a very awkward sight.
"There's no need for such courtesy, Prophet. There's a major matter I still need your help with. We're helping each other."
Hearing this, Velen did not insist.
Instead, he clasped his hands in a gesture of thanks.
"In any case, my people will remember this kindness! Now, hurry and tell this old man about Sargeras's Avatar!"
The feud between Prophet Velen and Sargeras had lasted more than twenty-five thousand years.
Tens of thousands of years ago, the Eredar on Argus had already created a highly advanced arcane civilization.
At the time, they stood at the pinnacle of civilization in the entire known universe.
Yet Sargeras, that vile and evil fallen titan, had deceived Archimonde, Kil'jaeden, and most of the Eredar by pretending to be benevolent.
Though Velen