"Keshina called me a decent man, at the anniversary party," Elvae said, a small smile playing on his lips.
Gore chuffed, shaking his head. "Because you are, Elvae," he responds, rubbing his snout. They were on their nightly patrol, just rounding the bend near the med center. Elvae pursed his lips, shrugging. "I'm trying to be. I've been trying to be, for the last several thousand years. It was just. . . with recent events, it was heartwarming to hear her say that."
Gore rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "I understood her dislike of you. I never held your past against you, but then again, I wasn't on Argus. I didn't watch as you helped destroy it." He stopped talking, looking over at Elvae, grinning somewhat. "Sorry, but I don't know how else to describe it. Er, anyway. I'm glad that she seems to at least be acknowledging that you've tried to atone for your past." Elvae chuckled, waving a hand. "It's an accurate description. I helped the Legion break Argus. I helped the Legion break the Draenei, for years. I understood the umbrage she harbored. I don't blame her for having done so."
Gore's ears flicked, and he glanced around, squinting, before looking back at Elvae. "Have you had any more nightmares? Besides your most recent." Elvae shook his head, furrowing his brow. "No. I slept last night for several hours, but I saw nothing that was unusual. I. . . it's worrying, if I'm to be honest. I had hoped they would've came to me, perhaps boasted about when they planned to strike, but I've received no such visit."
Gore chuffed, remaining silent. In fact they both fell silent, for the remainder of their patrol. Until they came across Elvae's office. As they rounded the bend in the road, they stopped.
His door was wide open.
Elvae ripped his axe from his belt and stomped towards the door, while Gore readied his claws, snarling quietly, following close behind. As Elvae reached the door, he peered inside, his eyes sparking.
It was devoid of anything unusual.
"You locked it, didn't you?" Gore called from behind him. Elvae nodded once, before stepping in, eyes frantically searching every corner of the room. "There's no one here," he said, though his axe didn't leave his hand.
Gore stepped in behind him, sniffing the air, before his eyes locked on Elvae's desk. He raised a curved claw to point at something on it. "Elvae."
Elvae turned and looked at Gore, following his claw to the desk. In the center of the desk, sat a single black envelope, sealed with purple wax. Elvae clenched his jaw, replacing his axe at his belt, before walking to the desk, grasping the envelope. He turned it over in his hand, looking at it from every angle, before he finally broke the seal, and pulled out a single, folded sheet of parchment. He unfolded it and began to read it, his eyes sparking with each line. When he was finally done, he tossed the letter back down in his desk, standing silently.
Gore flicked his glowing eyes from Elvae, to the letter, then back to Elvae. "What is it?"
Elvae took a deep breath, before looking at Gore, lightning crackling around his eyes.
"Ceyel is coming."