Tae'loren rose as Elariel entered the room, as though anxious to be off. He'd taken the liberty of packing traveling supplies for both of them, which consisted of everything they had brought, plus some rations for the journey to Wildhammer Stronghold. It would take several hours and he knew that they would likely become hungry.<br/><br/>He embraced her as she revealed her information. "That's fantastic news, Elariel! I know the gnomes at the stronghold will be more than eager to hear what you've learned in detail." Before she could get settled he had taken her by the hand and guided her out of the room, heading  for the portal section of the city. "I apologize, but we need to leave immediately. Forces have already gathered at the stronghold and are waiting for us." In truth, he was anxious to complete their rescue. Halfway to the portal he realized she'd asked him about his encounter. "About the same as before. It was mostly just a meeting between the druid and myself, to let him know that we were going to embark."<br/><br/>They both stepped through the portal and arrived in Shattrath city. Tae'loren had to stop, memories returning of so many successful forays celebrated, and and equal number of fallen mourned in this city. He was off again in moments, bound for the griffin master. He could tell that Elariel was anxious as well, but more for him than for their operation. "Oh, I also packed some traveling rations during our flight." His attempt to show some resemblance to the elf she loved rather than the chilled hunter he was falling back into once more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>