The metal was a pleasant chill against the mild heat of the late afternoon climate. She unwrapped it from its cloth casing and clasped it around her neck. She allowed herself one small luxury, the anchor pendant that stood for her house. Most of her clothes were plain-tailored, easy to slip in and out of, and easier still to blend into a faceless crowd. She busied herself with unpacking, though she had little to spare beyond the outfits needed for diplomatic meetings, and the scattered Tidesage codexes she’d been allowed to take from the Stormsong Monastery - gifts from one of the Alliance Champions who understood that knowledge alone was not a threat to be destroyed. The decorations were soft purples and silver over polished wood. It gave her enough space to spread out the various scrolls and books she’d brought along to assist with her work without sacrificing a place for herself. She’d gone for one of the rooms that opened onto a private balcony that oversaw the Arcanist Gardens several hundred yards across the street. She shouldered her pack and made her way upstairs. She didn’t even get halfway through a ‘thank you’ before he was off and focused on another patron requesting a refill. Sure enough, the Quel’dorei bartender, Arille Azuregaze, barely glimpsed up past the gold set upon the counter for a week’s stay before he handed Jaina the runestone needed to enter and ward her room. As she was dressed in a simple travel cloak with the hood pulled tight around her face, it would take more than a simple glance to discover her identity among the throng of patrons and frequent adventurers. The inn was one of the busiest human-run in the city, and if Jaina wanted to get lost in the crowd, she knew it would be the place to do so. Simpler accommodations turned out to be a good quarter-mile into the city at the Legerdemain Lounge. It would make everything easier, for everyone. She should stick with simpler accommodations. Briefly, her gaze flicked up toward the Violet Citadel and she wondered if she walked into the entrance hall, would Khadgar offer her a place to stay? For a heartbeat, she risked the idea, but the allure and luxury of the Citadel had faded sometime around the Purge. Just as well, Jaina mused, she had an entire checklist to complete before the sun set starting with the acquisition of an appropriate room for her stay. The massive paladin must not have noticed her, for he continued without pause into the main street itself. She scowled, stumbled off-balance as one of the Lightforged Draenei themselves materialized through the Dias - the arrival point of any magical travel into the city. This was not the bloody wars of Azeroth’s recent past, or the tense truce waiting to be shattered by an opportunistic Horde.Ī jostle against her left shoulder shook Jaina from her thoughts.
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It was the tension and bickering of priests and academics - the debate about how to best lead their collective people into a better era. True, as far as Jaina knew, all of the recruits within the Army had joined willingly, but the ranks of the Lightforged grew exponentially by the day, at a rate that concerned her. No, instead, there was an undercurrent of tension between those who had dedicated themselves to the Army of the Light and those who hadn’t. The streets of Dalaran were divided still, though not as harsh as the rigid separation of the Horde and Alliance. Then Jaina's eyes opened, and the reality of the years between her arrival and this homecoming were stark and ever-present. The people of Azeroth were finally at peace, and if Jaina Proudmoore closed her eyes and tilted her head up into the southwestern breeze, she felt transported back to the first time she’d ever stepped foot into the heart of the Mage’s City. Dalaran’s streets were filled with the hawking of merchants and the daily conversation of citizens rebuilding their lives without the threat of war looming over their heads. Dalaran itself still floated within the sky, but beneath its shadow, a lakeside town was steadily growing to support the efforts to restore the Hillsbrad Foothills - and the work of the mages within the city itself. Returned to its rightful place alongside the southern shores of Lordaeron’s Lake, the city’s spires stretched into the sky and glittered in the afternoon sunlight. Three years after the dissolution of the Horde, Dalaran was once again the sparkling jewel of the northern territories.
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