Vaelarian’s first day staying in Sholazar Basin did not go quite as he had planned. He knew the permanent camp had spare tents, and he had planned to go there to purchase one the next day.
He had taken shelter under some large, leafy plant. The leaves were almost big enough to completely shelter him. He didn’t mind getting wet, but it was a detriment to getting some sleep.
Then there were the hunters. Dwarves, with guns. How was he to get any sleep with all that noise? And what if they accidentally shot him? It seemed his first camp location was not the best. Perhaps somewhere else in the basin would prove drier and quieter.
He made his way to the permanent camp, and checked his mail after purchasing a small tent. His eyebrow shot up while reading the single letter he had received. Lali was trying to tell him what to do? He grunted as he folded the letter back up and stuck it in his pack. That blood elf was young himself, but Vaelarian had thought he was at least capable of making sure she respected her elders. He twitched an ear. Apparently he was wrong.
He scowled as he made his way away from the humans and dwarves at the camp. He hadn’t planned to return to Dalaran right away, but it seemed he would have to make another visit. Of course, he had never planned to go to Sholazar Basin in the first place, or Feralas for that matter. The girl certainly knew how to cause trouble. Perhaps he would have to have a talk with her as well.