Back in Eldre'Dani, the Black Dragon Princess's face was excessively pale from blood loss after she took human form, forming a stark contrast with her black hair and eyes.
"I'm delighted to have you here, Lady Onyxia." Patrick spoke gently and even inclined his head slightly to Onyxia in greeting. As a high-ranking noble of Quel'Thalas, Patrick needed a complete command of noble etiquette.
Hearing Patrick's earlier words, Onyxia seemed to have guessed something. In particular, his remark about possibly having Night Elves and members of the Dragonflight had everyone present pondering his meaning. "You want to control the Dragonflight? Unbelievable. Those arrogant Blue Dragons actually do your bidding."
"You..." Mati'gosa immediately flared up. "It seems you haven't had enough of a beating. Let me teach her another lesson."
"Don't mind her. She's deliberately provoking you." Patrick waved a hand, not the slightest bit angry at Onyxia's provocative words. "Starting today, there are new tasks for you to carry out. I trust you won't disappoint me. I'll be watching."
"Do I have a choice?" Onyxia did not regard herself as a prisoner at all now. She had already become certain of one thing: everyone who had come to her lair deferred to this Blood Elf Regent. As long as she could find an opening with him, turning the tables was not impossible.
Watching Onyxia's predicament from the side, Lina quietly remarked, "Those words sound so familiar." She had once experienced the same thing herself. Back then, Lina had volunteered to guide Patrick's party to Dire Maul in Feralas, but in the end, the guide had never managed to leave either. Patrick had assigned her a position in Eldre'Dani.
Patrick smiled, paying no mind to Lina's quip. "That's why I'll be watching you."
As he spoke, the spell in Patrick's hands