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I understand that I am in a distant land very far from my own, and I should like to think I am grateful for the chance to travel. Though - I am sorry to say it, and hope I do not cause offense - the high lords of the Initiative have been misled to think a lowly baseborn girl of simple upbringing could assist them in their struggle.

Even so, I worry for my companions. Perhaps, if any hear this, you might be so kind as to attend for them? I seek the following: A man of middling years, small and thin, with close-cropped dark hair shot with grey and a short, pointed beard, who wears a mockingbird upon his breast. A boy of six, small and pale, with brown hair and large eyes, who may have the sigil of a falcon sewn upon his clothing; I am his guardian and must know where he is at once. A young woman, tall, with dark hair and blue eyes, most likely in men's dress. Alayne Stone seeks them.

You have my thanks.

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Then they have been misinformed on my potential, for there is very little to speak of.

I am grateful for that much.

[A momentary pause as he listens. When he does speak once more, his voice is quiet.]

Why would you think so low of yourself?

[ From his voice she judges him highborn. ]

It is simple truth, my lord. I am only a girl, baseborn and raised to religious instruction, with no martial inclinations to speak of.

You're still a person.

[There is no sharpness to his words, no malice, merely a faint sadness that someone would think so simply of themselves.]

You said your name was ...Alayne Stone, right? It's a pleasure to meet you, my lady.

[ What a peculiarly kind man.

Alayne pities him for it. ]

It is, my lord, though I do not have the honor of knowing yours.

Oh! My apologies. It's Anduin, my lady. Anduin Wrynn.

[The title is left off for the moment - he feels no need to tell everyone here what he is. It seems like it would only strain the conversation he's formed thus far.]

My lord Anduin. I am honored. I would curtsey, but...

There is no need, though I thank you for the sentiment all the same. I haven't been here very long myself - about a month, but if I can help, please let me know. I know how disorienting it can be.

I would hope I'm not here for so long, but they still hold your lordship hostage, there can be little chance they will free those lesser born.

There's hope yet, my lady. There's always hope, even when there seems no chance.

[There is resolve to his voice; spoken from experience perhaps, or simply a very firm belief.]

They seem to play with time here - with any luck you will be able to return, and safely.

How does one do such a thing?

Return home? That I don't know, unfortunately. I would be home in a heartbeat if I could. There was ...a great deal to be done.

No way to return home, and yet the lords of this place can play as gods with time.

So it seems, yes. If I were back home I would worry about this being the work of the Bronze flight but this place seems beyond their reach.

The Bronze flight?

Ah ...-yes. A flight of dragons who are known for being guardians of time.

But the dragons are all gone from the world. They died out nearly two hundred years ago.

It seems that a great many of us are from different ...realms? Planes? I've heard both terms tossed about and there's no easy way to explain it that anyone can agree on. In Azeroth, there are ...well, quite a number of dragons, but perhaps they are gone where you are, my lady?

[ A strange concept, but to Alayne it seems it must be not so different from the seven heavens and seven hells. ]

They are. All but extinct in the Doom of Valyria, their meagre numbers dwindling after until near all the rest died in the Dance of the Dragons.

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