Early the next morning, Dick shook his head as he stepped out of the crude tent. He had slept poorly the night before, his head full of wandering thoughts. Only after truly going to war with the Twilight's Hammer had Dick realized that he had chosen a very bad battlefield.
"I should have gone to Silithus first!"
Dick sighed. "At least there aren't any big shots like the Twilight Prophet there."
With that, the Paladin patted his face and gathered his gear. Then he saw Liadrin approaching with several pieces of bread. They were all on a wilderness march, and in a single night, the Paladins and militiamen had only barely managed to repair the old kitchen. Having hot bread to eat was already good enough.
Dick wasn't picky. He never had been, before or now. After taking the bread, he began chatting with Liadrin.
"After we get back this time, I plan to visit Silithus. For one thing, I need to fulfill my promise to the Dark Iron Dwarves. For another, the Explorers' League has an outpost there, and I've heard those Twilight cultists have been very active there lately. By the time I've finished all that, the Argent Dawn should be on track too. Then I'll return to Stormwind City to deal with the trouble here."
Dick took a sip of water and smiled at Liadrin. "After we get back this time, you should have a good rest too."
The High Elf smiled and nodded. She had grown somewhat tired of constantly traveling as well. As a long-lived race, they preferred staying in one place and feeling time pass. That was how they had spent the long years before, and this life of rushing from place to place really left Liadrin feeling rather listless.
But as the two