Wildhammer Stronghold grew on the horizon, nestled in its nest of grey craggy mountains. Even though some people found travel boring, Elariel quite enjoyed it. There was something calming about the steady bass beating of the griffin's wings, something invigorating about the way the cool high air whipped against her flushed skin. When she and Tae'loren finally landed in front of the large palisade gates she dismounted and rolled her shoulders, shook out her arms and legs. She smiled over at Tae'loren and her cheeks were pink, her hair windswept. She looked as though she might say something, but a voice cut over the gate and into their silence.<br/><br/>"Ey! You- yeah, you! Wha'dya want?" The gruff voice belonged to one of the stout dwarven guards that stood by the path through the open gates.<br/><br/>"Hail, Sir," Elariel said, raising her hands and smiling in a friendly manner. "We are hear to speak to the gnome caster, Jelith. He should be expecting us. My name is Elariel, and this is Tae'loren," She said, gesturing to her lover. One of the dwarves looked at the other with a wry frown and then back at the Night Elf and Blood Elf.<br/><br/>"You're not gonna be stirrin' trouble in here are ye' lass?" The same guard asked, jutting his bearded chin towards her.<br/><br/>"Trouble? No, of course not..." Elariel said, brows furrowing in genuine confusion. The dwarves looked at Tae'loren, as though the calm and keen hunter may be able to control her if she was here to seek revenge for the abandonment of her kind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>