Nightfall in Astranaar

We were progressing at speed and there was little chatter as we passed through Talongate Pass. We exited late in the afternoon, entering the verdant realm of Ashenvale. Astranaar awaited us so we hurried along.

We got there by nightfall just as we had planned yesterday. The dwarves had prepared us for the reception we would receive from the enigmatic Night Elves - hospitable yet formal, like the ancient trees that surrounded their city.

Upon our arrival in Astranaar, the Night Elves indeed extended a gracious welcome. We were met with respectful nods and polite words, but the atmosphere remained somewhat reserved, as if centuries of guarding their forest had instilled a natural sense of caution. As the dwarven diplomats made their way to the inn, I found myself drawn to the enchanting sounds of nature that enveloped the city. The harmonious chorus of nocturnal creatures, the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the serene echoes of starlit ponds all created a symphony of tranquility. It was as if Astranaar itself breathed in unison with the natural world, a testament to the Night Elves’ profound connection with their surroundings.

As night fell, I wandered closer to one of the starlit ponds, captivated by its ethereal beauty. The reflection of the night sky on its mirrored surface left me spellbound. The peaceful ambiance and the tranquil sounds of water were unlike anything I had ever experienced in the bustling Highpeak.

Suddenly, I...