Hushed Willows he don’t drink, or steal, or cheat, or lie

With @Kaertok along for the ride, the pair departed Rusalka’s sequoia-riddled realm and made inland. Raleska’s compass was sorely lacking — she remembered only the large stones of Easthollow, and had no earthly idea where it resided in their infinite world.

Nevertheless, Raleska was undaunted. She reproachfully considered asking Vercingetorix, but given her skepticism of the man (and reluctance to inform him of her errand), elected instead to approach the borders of Elysium. She had never been here — yet Illidan had once come for some fertility festival, and they were reported to be an amicable coven.

Once there came discernible evidence they were near Elysium’s claim, Raleska tilted back her head and a high howl seared into the heavens. Glancing once to Kaertok, Raleska fell silent after her cry tapered off, waiting carefully for any sign of an approacher.