Aelindra: [drinks from goblet] Not intentionally. [glances at demon glaring from across the bar] The Slaughtered Lamb certainly lives up to its reputation.
Thornveil: [flags down barkeep and orders a rotgut]
Aelindra: [looks to left] A Forsaken who partakes?
Thornveil: [broody] Didn’t want you drinking alone. Kind around these parts will eat you alive if you’re not careful.
Aelindra: [snorts] I don’t need a white knight, and certainly not from an Undead Lock.
Thornveil: [grabs drink and walks off] Suit yourself.
Aelindra: [grumbles, takes a drink, and follows] Is it just a coincidence that you happen to find the darkest corner in the bar to brood in?
Thornveil: [rolls drink in hand] When I come down to your hangout, I’ll be sure to pick out every stereotype YOU indulge in.
Aelindra: [sits] Touché.
Thornveil: [leans forward against table] What are you doing here? Really?
Aelindra: [shrugs] Just…wandering. I couldn’t sleep.
Thornveil: [smirks] Even after I wished you a good night?
Aelindra: [glares] I see you’re not doing any better at it.
Thornveil: [shrugs] Already warned you I was far from normal. Yet here you are, in the seedy underbelly of Stormwind City, turning heads with your moonberry juice.
Aelindra: [crosses arms over chest] Well, apparently, I’m full of surprises.
Thornveil: [leans back against wall] Do tell. What sort of surprises does a Night Elf have to offer me?
Aelindra: [glares] You’re not making this easy, you know.
Thornveil: [waves off] If you wanted easy, you wouldn’t have tracked me here.
Aelindra: [grumbles] Look, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t embarrass you. Trust me, I’m embarrassed enough for the both of us for the next three lifetimes. I just hope you’ll forgive me.
Thornveil: [stares in silence]
Aelindra: [waits impatiently]
Thornveil: [stares in silence]
Aelindra: [groans] For fuck’s sake! Just say something!
Thornveil: [lifts eyebrow] There’s a Nerubian queen beneath Azeroth making deals with the Void. I’m going to kill her. Want to come?
Aelindra: [perks up] Really?
Thornveil: [stands] Try to keep up, Druid.
Aelindra: [leaps to feet] Your overconfidence better not get us killed, Warlock!
Thornveil: [grabs High-ilvl staff with Mastery] I’m already dead, Elf.
Aelindra: [grabs High-ilvl mace] Is this where I say something clichéd like, “It’s Morphin Time! Shadow and Forest unite!”
Thornveil: [stares] Keep that up and I’ll feed you to the Void myself.
