Exodar, the Holy Light Vault, Velen's place of meditation.
Dick had been here more than once. He also knew that a Naaru named O'ros had long resided aboard this city-ship, in Holy Light's Seat beneath Exodar.
The Draenei had not been on Azeroth for long, and they had not expanded their influence over the past few years, so most Draenei regarded Dick with an attitude of "Who is he?"
But that did not include Exodar's ruling class. When Dick followed the frenzied crowds to Exodar's entrance, Maraad personally escorted him and Azshara to the Holy Light Vault, where Velen, already changed into his old clothes, was waiting for them.
When he saw Dick arrive, Velen propped himself up with his staff and exchanged a courteous embrace with him.
"I'm delighted that you could visit Exodar on Midsummer's Day, my fellow traveler."
Velen's long, dignified white eyebrows twitched, and his expression grew livelier. "Your arrival honors this city."
Dick responded with a smile,
"I'm also glad to see you've finally recovered, my old friend. It looks as though the harm N'Zoth inflicted on you has been completely purged."
"Oh, no, it's even better than that!"
Velen smiled and gently swept a hand through the air. Two chairs made entirely of Holy Light appeared beside Dick and Azshara, while he sat cross-legged on the cushion he often used for meditation. The Draenei were tall, so this did not impede his conversation with Dick and Azshara.
The old Prophet seemed very happy. With a peaceful smile, he said,
"This encounter with chaos may not have been a bad thing. During my recovery, the lingering wounds those terrible memories inflicted on me throughout my long journey were purged as well. I'm healthier now than I've ever been. It seems the Holy Light still hopes