It took the hunter several moments to recover himself after the teleportation, crouching down low and sifting through the dirt of Shadowmoon Valley to hide his disorientation. After a few moments he nodded to the others, moving at a brisk pace to reach the stronghold. The hunter, naturally, took the lead, and he felt both suspicious and admirable eyes on him the entire time, as though nothing else around the five existed. Several times he intentionally led them around fel demon pits or around Forsaken camps as a show of good faith to his blood elf kin, that if he wanted to betray them he could, and at the very least he could cause quite the distraction while he escaped.<br/><br/>He did not, however; he led them as a parent leading his children, all the way to a few hundred yards of the stronghold. Tae'loren stood out in the open examining the fortress while his blood elf captors remained in the shadows. Even from this distance, the hunter could make out a few sentries at their post and waved to them. They waved back, recognizing Tae'loren for who he was, quite familiar with the night elfs' forays into Black Temple. Tae'loren stopped as he felt a pulse of magic, looking to his side, to the shadows, to see Neras starring at him threateningly.<br/><br/>“Explain your action, immediately!”<br/><br/>Aidyn and Tiern seemed slightly amused, and Solarius stood by, prepared as usual, but also curious to see the outcome of this little confrontation.<br/><br/>“That is my customary greeting to them at this distance to let them know I am not being followed.” Tae'loren did not offer further explanation. “I'm going to head in. It shouldn't take me more than fifteen minutes to convince them to allow Ae'oleth to join me. Please, only leave if you see more than the sentries on duty appear at the gates; if they suspect me, I may be able to convince them not to interfere.” Tae'loren wasn't concerned about Neras' approval, though he was concerned about his cooperation. He didn't need to look to Aidyn or Tiern to know they were in this, but he did look to Solarius to outnumber the upstart blood elf.<br/><br/>Aged and powerful eyes fixed on the hunter. “You have been on this world for eons, night elf; prove that you have wisdom. Go.”<br/><br/>Tae'loren nodded his appreciation to Solarius and was off at a quick pace; he wanted to be done with this as much as they did, and as quick as possible, for he knew what the exposure to the blood elves might do to Ae'oleth. Soon he was at the gates of Wildhammer Stronghold, exchanging brief pleasantries with the sentries as he passed. He moved almost mechanically to Ae'oleth's holding quarters, pausing to speak to the sentry.<br/><br/>“Where is Mukonrey? I would speak to him about Ae'oleth.”<br/>The sentry was new and unfamiliar to Tae'loren, though spoke to the hunter as though they were old friends. “He be trainin' fresh blood what come 'ere to lend a 'and. 'E told me ye might be by,” the sentry turned without another word and unlocked the door to the quarters. “In ye go.” Tae'loren offered a smile and clasped wrists with the sentry as he entered Ae'oleth's quarters.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>