When Shampoo re-entered the huge fortress called Grommash Hold, accompanied by Warchief Thrall, she was welcomed in a much more befitting manner of an ally of the horde. The Grunts standing guard next to the entrance saluted her respectfully - although she wasn't sure if they only did it because of the warchief's presence.
When they came back into the great hall in which she had appeared not too long ago, the first thing she saw was a tall... man (Shampoo really had no other term for him, since she knew nothing about trolls) who was much taller and lankier than the bulkier forms of the Orcs.
She barely noticed how Vol'jin raised his hand in greeting, when her gaze fell on the elderly shaman that was standing next to him.
Drek'thar stepped towards his young friend, a big smile on his green face. "Shampoo, my dear girl... how many years has it been? I am overjoyed, truly overjoyed, that the place we meet each other is this town, Orgrimmar... the new home of the Horde."
Shampoo's first impulse was to run over to her old mentor and give him a massive hug, but she realized that they were in the presence of the warchief (and apparently other, important people) and that she would have to act accordingly. Thus, she knelt down just like any other warrior of her clan would in the presence of an elder and said: "Elder Drek'thar... Shampoo is honored and overjoyed to see you again!"
"You have grown since we last met," Drek'thar smiled. "You have turned into a skilled warrior, it seems."
"She knocked Ambassador Rokhstrom out with one blow," Thrall smirked.
"Oh, really?" the shaman smirked.
"Shampoo only used bonbori," Shampoo meekly spoke up, showing her weapons to the orcs. "Good to knock enemy unconscious."
"An interesting weapon design," Thrall said. "I am curious... I've never heard of humans using such weapons before."
"I didn't think you would, Thrall," Drek'thar said. "Shampoo here is from a completely different world than our own."
"Another world... I'm not quite sure what you mean, old friend," Thrall admitted.
"It is a long story... but I guess Shampoo's presence will make today's meeting much more interesting. Come, child! Sit down with us and tell the warchief about your home world."
"With pleasure, elder shaman!" Shampoo replied.
But before she sat down, she was faced with a glass of milk that was being held in front of her nose by a blue, three-fingered hand.
Vol'jin grinned when he saw the human's confused face. "Just a lil' welcoming present, to make up for the milk you dropped after dropping by." He then winked at Shampoo, who hesitantly accepted the milk.
"Shampoo, meet Vol'jin, leader of the Darkspear Tribe of Jungle Trolls, and my personal advisor," Thrall introduced him.
"Whazzup, mon?" Vol'jin grinned. "And no matter what people like to say about the drinks of jungle trolls, lemme assure you that dere's not a single drop o' poison in that milk."
After the strange human had run out of her chambers, Tyrande had quickly put on her moon priestess robes and armed herself with her bow and a quiver of arrows.
When she ran outside, she could see that the sentinels of Darnassus were busy searching town for the intruder, even questioning passer-bys about the human boy who had run away.
"Lady Whisperwind, we were not able to track the human intruder down," one of the elite guards told her when she appeared on the scene. "Our best trackers were not able to find a single trace of him, and even the nightsabers were unable to catch his smell. It is almost like he... disappeared."
"Well, he appeared out of nowhere in my room," Tyrande said. "Maybe he was able to teleport. If he's a mage, there's not much the scouts or the nightsabers can do. Teleportation is a kind of magic our druids had never been able to understand."
"Not for the lack of trying, High Priestess," a deep voice spoke up.
Tyrande turned around and thought that her day couldn't get any worse when she saw the male druid standing next to her.
"Archdruid Staghelm..." she frowned. "What a surprise... it is rare to see you outside of the Cenarion Enclave these days."
"Please spare me the sarcasm and tell me what's going on here," the archdruid grumbled.
"An intruder," Tyrande explained. "A human appeared in my chambers. He left in a hurry, so I wasn't able to ask him why he is here."
"A human?" Staghelm raised his bushy eyebrows. "How could he enter the Temple of the Moon - and your chambers at that - without being seen by the sentinels?"
"He somehow was teleported into the room," Tyrande said. "I don't know how he did it, but he seemed a bit confused as well. My sentinels were unable to track him down."
"Well, what a surprise..." Staghelm murmured, ignoring the deep scowl that appeared on Tyrande's face afterwards. "Maybe I should ask the treants and wisps to search the forest..."
"No need for that, Archdruid," Tyrande said through clenched teeth. "The situation is under control."
"Oh, is it now?" Staghelm asked while taking a look at the efforts of the sentinels, who still were confused at the lack of any hint to where the intruder might have disappeared to. "I guess it is... after all, Tyrande Whisperwind is the most competent leader the Night Elves ever had... even in the absence of Shan'do Stormrage."
"Are you implying something, Staghelm?" Tyrande hissed.
"I am not implying anything," the archdruid shot back. "I am only concerned on how capable our 'leader' truly is if she can't even keep a single intruder out of her personal chambers. Have a nice day, High Priestess!"
And the archdruid casually walked back to the Cenarion Enclave.
"Why, the nerve..." Tyrande grumbled. She had never held much love for Fandral Staghelm and his principles, but she never had believed he would dare to say such words to her face.
Of course, she knew that Staghelm thought himself to be a much better archdruid than Malfurion ever was... and that he alone had the best plans for the future of the Night Elves. Well, Teldrassil itself was the best proof how thoughtless his plans usually were...
"Shall we keep searching, my lady?" one of the sentinels asked her.
"I don't think we will be able to capture the intruder whoever he was," Tyrande sighed. "Still, keep your eyes open, in case he returns."
"As you wish, Lady Whisperwind!"
When Tyrande walked back inside, she recalled for the first time that the stranger had mentioned Cairne Bloodhoof shortly before he ran out of her room. She wondered what connection he had to the leader of the Tauren.
She would have to send a message to Thunder Bluff to find out more. Of course, it would cause some commotion among both humans and Night Elves - after all, the Tauren were members of the Horde. But Tyrande would never forget how Night Elves, humans, Tauren, Orcs and other races had fought side by side against the Burning Legion and their undead minions. Even if Staghelm and others would never understand it, in her eyes, Cairne was a respectful ally, especially when compared with other, more dubious leaders of the Horde... such as Sylvanas Windrunner...
Tyrande was deep in thought when she entered her personal chambers. Therefore, she was unprepared for what awaited her back there.
She was surprised when she saw the brown-haired, human girl standing in front of her.
Ukyo gasped when the female Night Elf appeared in front of her. She certainly did not know what had happened... this place did not look like the same place she had always seen in her dreams, back when she was a child. No, this wasn't the 'Emerald Dream', as Furion had always called the place where she first met him. And the elf who had just entered the room definitely wasn't Furion.
Still, she remembered everything he had told her about his life outside of the Emerald Dream, especially about his loved one...
"Tyrande?" Ukyo asked hesitantly. "Tyrande Whisperwind?"
"Who are you?" Tyrande asked. She was clearly taken aback... it certainly did not happen too often that on one day, two different people appeared right in the middle of her bedroom. "And how do you know my name?"
"I... I am Ukyo," the okonomiyaki chef introduced herself. "Ukyo Kuonji... I am a good friend of Malfurion Stormrage."
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