Tyrande's Room

It took some time to navigate the tunnels beneath Stormwind keep. Twice they had led to dead ends, before a third led to the barracks. The forth tunnel the creature took, however, struck gold. And by gold, one of his would be breeders. Tyrande Whisperwind, matriarch and high priestess of the now displaced night elves. She was lost in thought over many things... none of which the cave toad really cared about.

Sitting down, Tyrande had her legs crossed, as she rested after a long day. She felt... diminished. The loss of Teldrassil weighed heavily on her mind, in part that it felt like the greatest failure she had ever suffered, and in part that it had nearly cost the life of her beloved.

She had hoped that after the Legion was dealt with, and the Emerald Nightmare subdued, she'd finally have a chance to be with Malfurion. But of course, that was wishful thinking. The politician in her knew that it was just the busyness that both were going through, and now his wound. But the woman in her was.... sexually frustrated beyond a doubt. Tyrande was no virgin, but after some time, sometimes it felt like her needs weren't being met.

Rubbing her eyes, she wasn't aware that a creature was in the room with her. Stormwind was busy, and while her hearing was sharp, she had learned to tune out the noises of nearby movement. Last time she had attempted any sort of investigation, it had turned out to be some poor serving girl.