Flynn’s Diplomacy 

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Betad by Malcolm Tent, Priapus, Old man of the mountain

The Guild of Gamers: The Craftsman

Chapter 03: Flynn's Diplomacy 

– Flynn –

Waking up with a naked girl cuddling me isn't particularly surprising, even if I don't remember much of last night after I brought out my super-brew, a drink so potent it can even get gods drunk, but I'm fairly sure I didn't fuck Arko last night despite how she cuddles against me, mumbling slightly as I gently rise.

I'm still partially dressed, wearing my trousers, so I doubt I got dressed after a tryst, and I don't think Arko is emotionally ready for sex, given her near-defilement at the hands of the Warlocks that I saved her from, making me stretch with a yawn, waking her up.

She normally sneaks out before I 'wake up', but I guess she was too drunk to manage her normally early morning routine, her cheeks going a deeper pink as she spots me staring at her in curiosity. Sitting up, I realise she's not entirely naked, keeping her silky panties on and nothing else, stuttering some kind of excuse as I give her a lazy smile.

"Morning, Arko. Didn't manage to sneak out this morning, huh?" I ask, watching her blush deepen considerably. "Don't worry, I don't mind being used as a teddy bear."

"R-right, sorry… I should have asked. I just sleep better when you're near…" Arko admits, ashamed and embarrassed, as I pat her head softly.

"Like I said, it's fine. Do you wanna get dressed? Not that I mind the display," I point out, giving her somewhat small breasts a glance as she yelps and covers her them with one arm in realisation, quickly grabbing her clothes as I do the same.

As we leave the tent, Jessir gives me a questioning look, but I just shake my head, making her nod knowingly.

"So, big guy, what's the plan from here?" Jessir asks, making me shrug.

"Haven't got a clue. I have a vague idea of where I want to set up my workshop, but I'm in no rush," I admit, making her nod.

"So, word has come back from the report I sent off already, and Lady Tyrande is asking to meet with us in person about the events in the Shadow Hold, and while you aren't bound to accept her call like we are, Arko doesn't want to leave your side, and she wants to meet you as well," Jessir explains, making me nod. "Probably because of the whole 'killing a Dreadlord singlehandedly and finding a way to stop them from escaping to the Twisting Nether' thing."

"So, you wanna go to your home. Darnassus, right?" I ask, making her nod.

"It's a bit of a trek, but yeah, I was hoping you'd come along for it. After we've reported to Lady Tyrande, we can grab some supplies for wherever you're planning on going," Jessir says, getting a look from me as she glances over at where Arko has gone to visit Trey's grave. "Look, Arko is planning on sticking by your side, and I'm sticking with her. I shouldn't have left her and Trey, to begin with, but I had some business back home to take care of. If she's staying with you, so am I."

"Loyal, I can respect that. Like I said, I'm going nowhere in a hurry, so I don't mind heading to see your home, might be nice to see how you night elves smith; it's why I'm travelling after all," I agree easily, making her grin.

"Thanks, and thank you again for saving Arko and bringing Trey home. I owe you one, and I always pay my debts," Jessir says with a smile. "Though we're gonna need to get one big Gryphon to carry you because, holy shit, what do you eat?"

"Ha, damn near anything. Cooking is a form of crafting, so I've practiced it, a personal favourite, to be honest," I laugh. "Besides, it's all muscle."

"Damn right it is; I've seen orc warriors that look scrawny next to you," Jessir compliments, giving my arm a slap. 

"But I'll spare some poor Gryphon trying to carry all this. I can get my own mount. If I had more time, I'd fleshcraft something up, but I don't have the resources for that, and I won't find them here, but that's fine. I have a bro who's really good with creatures; I'll just give him a call and get something that can carry us all," I say easily.

"You think your brother would just give you something like that?" Jessir asks, making me nod.

"Yeah, I helped make some gear for his monsters before, so he owes me one anyway; Kaito'll have my back," I say confidently; he's probably my favourite sibling (that isn't called Noire because Noire scares me, and she'll know if I don't choose her). "Besides, we're gym bros. So many of my siblings are scrawny little shits; only me and Kaito understand the joy of forging your own body into a weapon."

"Do you have a lot of siblings?" Jessir asks, making me laugh.

"My dad is old, and I mean fucking ancient. He's been around the block a few hundred times and seen more realms than you've met people. I've got thousands of siblings; he's a horny fucker," I snort, not that I can really talk. "He's a good dad, but that's just because he can split himself into multiple bodies so he can be there for all his kids, but yeah, I have a lot of siblings. I'm one of the youngest, to be honest. Kaito is my big bro, great guy," I say with a nod. 

"Huh, I'm an only child, and Night Elves don't tend to have many children, so I can't even comprehend having thousands of siblings," Jessir says, eyes wide. 

"That's my old man for you," I say with a fond snort. "Go see to Arko. I'm gonna contact Kaito and ask for a mount."

"Yeah, good idea," Jessir agrees, heading in the direction of Arko as I head back into the tent and close my eyes, reaching out mentally. I'm sure they have mounts big enough for me since these Tauren are as big as me, but I might as well take Kaito up on his offer.

Sup, Flynn? Wasn't expecting to hear from you any time soon.

So, you remember that you said you'd get me a beast for when I went on my own adventure? Yeah, turns out I'm a little too big, and I need a ride. I was gonna just make something, but I haven't got the parts yet, so I thought I'd take you up on that offer.

Lemme guess, the beasts there aren't meant for your half-giant ass? There's a reason I stopped at six feet; it's just fucking inconvenient. Don't worry, I'll spare the poor beasts' backs and get you something that you can actually comfortably fit on.

I don't want to be convenient. I wanna be a fucking giant and hit things with a hammer bigger than their entire body.

Heh, fair enough. Good a reason as any, don't worry, I've got your back. I was just breeding some new monsters for Noire's new world anyway. I can take a break and get you something fitting. Any prefs?

Nah, just big and flying. 

Got it; I'll send it over soon. Have fun, lil bro.

Ending the connection, I laugh. Lil bro, my ass. He's barely half my size.

Still, I knew he'd have my back. He's kinda the best when it comes to monsters of all types. Well, the best that ain't Uncle Kuro. Fuck, it gets confusing having an uncle that's a clone of your dad, but he's really good at fleshcrafting. I learned it from him myself, but I'm nowhere near his level.

I have plans to make some new races when I've got my shit set up in the Plaguelands, but that's gonna take resources I just don't have yet. I need a proper workshop before I can do any of that.

A flash of light makes people jump, all turning to watch as a giant shadow flies over us before my new mount lands in front of me, cawing at me as I wave off the panicking druids.

"Damn, you're a beauty, did the midget name you?" I ask, rubbing the feathers of the giant eagle as it towers over me. Ah, a Roc. Nice choice. 

The giant bird shakes its head, understanding me as I give it the good scratchies under its neck.

"Hm, you're a girl, so let's go with… Olympia," I say, naming my new mount after Kaito's milf of a mom. Olympia just caws in agreement as I see Jessir and Arko staring at Olympia in shock. "Told you my bro would have my back," I say to Jessir, patting the giant bird.

She's actually on the smaller side for a Roc, I think. She's about forty feet long, and they can grow to about sixty. I'd guess her wingspan is around ninety to a hundred feet, more than enough to carry my ass around.

Course, this is a Kaito special so I wouldn't be surprised if she grows to six hundred. Fucker never did know when to stop.

"I'm gonna make you some cool ass gear, Pia," I say happily, giving her another stroke as Jessir approaches, and after a moment of hesitation, does the same. Pia just caws happily at the attention.

"Your brother got you this so quickly?" Jessir asks, in shock as I snort.

"Different planes, time gets funky. I asked him a minute ago, could have been weeks for him. You should see his world. Pia here would look small compared to the beasts that roam his realms," I laugh. "But flight won't be a problem; this baby can carry us all easily enough."

"...how are you gonna feed her?" Jessir asks as Arko finally gathers the courage to approach, causing the intrigued druids to do the same.

"Ha, leave that problem to me. If nothing else, we'll just find somewhere with some big beasties for her to feast on; those talons aren't for show," I say, not overly worried. 

When I've got my fleshcrafting lab set up, I'll just craft a giant herbivore that breeds fast, like a mammoth or something. Letting your pets hunt is good; don't want her too domesticated.

– Arko'narin –

Sitting on the back of the Roc, she felt the wind fly through her hair as they soared through the air at speeds no Gryphon could hope to match, Jessir giving Flynn directions as they headed back to Darnassus.

Flynn had made something out of leather and his gems, placing a harness around Olympia's body with a saddle on the back, enchanting it to protect them from being blown off the back. It was amazing how quickly he could work with the resources, and the druids had been happy to part with some simple leather for a chance to study this new species.

Apparently, rocs existed in this world, though she'd never seen one. They weren't quite as big as Olympia, according to the druids, and there were some other differences that the druids were interested in. The fact that Olympia was seen as small for her species was definitely a frightening concept.

They hadn't been flying for long before she could see the Teldrassil in the distance, a fleeting feeling of happiness at seeing her home growing larger in the distance passing through her. She knew she needed to talk to Flynn about what came next. She wanted to stay with her saviour, but she wasn't sure what he planned on doing himself.

She didn't like the idea of being a useless deadweight; she was a Sentinel of Darnassus, after all, and she was fairly sure that wherever Flynn went, he'd probably end up fighting, if for no other reason than because he'd just slapped the Shadow Council across the face and made an enemy of the Burning Legion by having a way to trap their Dreadlords to prevent them from being brought back.

As they got closer, she could see movement as the sentinels saw the giant fucking bird approaching and reacted predictably, but Jessir waved a flag bearing the symbol of Elune that she'd gotten from the night elf druids back in the Emerald Grove, and seeing two Night Elves riding the bird the sentinels relaxed slightly as they landed, Jessir hopping off and talked to the Sentinels as Flynn praised his mount, giving her some meat jerky he had gotten from somewhere.

It was large strips of meat, so she could only imagine what he'd hunted to get the meat.

It wasn't long before they were being led up to meet with Tyrande herself, making Arko pause at how quickly they'd been granted an audience with the Night Elf leader. It wasn't that Arko hadn't met her before, but it almost seemed like Tyrande had been expecting them.

Not that Flynn seemed to notice how odd this was, or more likely didn't care, as he seemed mildly disappointed that he couldn't go and talk to the Night Elf craftsmen first. 

As they headed up the tree, she paused for just a moment as she spotted a flash of blonde hair. Didn't she see that gnome back in the Emerald Grove?

– Chronormu (Chromie) –

She had a problem, a rather large one.

Well, several, since her entire flight had been unceremoniously slaughtered and then stripped of their powers over time by a man who made the Titans seem like powerless children, her leader had reverted back to an egg and been stripped of his position as the Aspect of Time.

How do you get the man that Nozdormu had recklessly tried to erase from the timeline to ask his obscenely strong dad to undo the one-sided slaughter her Dragonflight had been subjected to?

The only survivors were those who had been smart enough not to attack this Kuro, herself included. She'd watched him literally ignore a direct attack from Nozdormu and had realised that this wasn't a fight they could win, but Kuro had literally summoned every member of their flight, and over 99% of them had joined the fight after seeing their leader just get crushed.

There were less than ten bronze dragons left alive, and none of them had any power over time anymore. Countless timelines had been extinguished by Kuro, who had clearly decided that if they wanted to try and erase his kid, he'd erase every timeline they protected in return. It wasn't every timeline; the laws of the multiverse meant there were an infinite number of timelines out there, but none that they could reach anymore, being time-locked into this one timeline.

This was a man who could sneeze on the burning legion and wipe them out entirely, and they had angered him. She had survived by asking him not to kill her, after which he just shrugged and left.

But nothing was set in stone; as a bronze dragon, she knew that better than anyone. If Kuro could do all that with such ease and display such an insane amount of control over time itself. He could undo it as well.

So, she was stuck following Flynn while the rest of her race cowered in their most hidden sanctuary, fussing over Eggdormu, leaving it up to her to work out how to convince the giant of a man to help her or, at the very least, get his dad to go away and not come back. 

As she felt the presence of another Dragon in the city, she paused. She really hoped Alexy didn't mess things up; they didn't need a round two with the Red Dragonflight.

– Tyrande Whisperwind –

She could feel her Goddess' eagerness, the link between herself and Elune unusually active as she waited in her temple for the baby titan to arrive, accompanied by two of her sentinels.

At her side, the Aspect of Life waited equally patiently, having delivered news of exactly what Flynn's father had done to the bronze dragons. She was shocked but, oddly enough, not entirely surprised. Nozdormu wasn't known for his diplomatic skills, and the fact that they had a baby titan wandering Azeroth meant his parents had to be around somewhere.

The doors opened, and Flynn walked in, looking around in curiosity, admiring the architecture before he turned his gaze to her, his eyes roaming her body briefly, and yet she didn't feel like it was lust in his eyes. He was looking at her dress, not the body covered by it; it was of exquisite craftsmanship, and she'd seen his interest in the crafts in Elune's visions.

"Lady Tyrande," Jessir Moonbow said, bowing slightly as Arko'narin did the same; Flynn gave her a respectful nod but did not bow, not that she wouldn't still be looking up at him even if he had. 

She was on the taller side of female night elves at just over seven feet tall, but Flynn seemed taller even than her missing lover, Malfurion. Easily having two or three feet over her, Flynn was certainly quite the imposing figure, and she could taste his divine lineage just from being this close to him.

He certainly shared Malfurion's build, with bulging muscles everywhere she looked.

"You carry the corruption of a Dreadlord on you," Alexstrasza said, making them pause as Flynn nodded easily, uncaring of the intensity of the Aspect's gaze. Alexstrasza had certainly become less diplomatic since her imprisonment.

"Yeah, didn't want this fucker running off to the Twisting Nether, so I trapped him," Flynn agreed as he pulled out a gem, an evil swirling darkness within it. "Don't you worry your pretty little ass. He ain't going nowhere."

Jessir's eyes widened at the crude tone, realising exactly who Flynn was speaking to, but if Flynn realised how strong Alexstrasza was, he didn't seem to care.

"And what do you intend to do with him?" Alexstrasza asked, moving on from the crude comment.

"Oh, I'm turning him into a battery. He's got a lot of power in him, so I'm gonna put it to use. I'm thinking I'm gonna make him into my new forge," Flynn said with a chuckle, tossing the gem into the air a few times and catching it. 

"And you don't fear the corruption the Nathrezim will spread?" Alexstrasza asked, making him outright laugh.

"Nah, this little guy? Some cleansing runes and that fel fuckery won't be an issue," Flynn said confidently as she and Alexstrasza shared a glance.

"That was part of why I wished to speak with you, Flynn," Tyrande cut in, making him glance at her. "The power to seal away the demons of the Nether is a powerful weapon against the Legion, but I wanted to be sure that this Dreadlord would not escape his confinement."

"Fair play. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure someone with adequate runic knowledge could free him from his imprisonment if they got their hands on the gem, but from the inside? These runes were designed to hold monsters far stronger than him for eternity. He ain't going nowhere," Flynn said, tossing the gem over to her with a complete lack of care as she caught it, investigating it.

She couldn't make heads or tails of the runes herself; she was simply not an enchanter. 

"Would you permit me to call for an expert to confirm your belief? It is not that I believe you are lying, but with such creatures, it is important to double-check that their prisons are secure," Tyrande explained, making him nod easily as she gave him back the gemstone, almost feeling slimy just from holding it.

Flynn didn't share her aversion, having carried it in his pocket without a care. 

"So you intend to use the demons of the legion as mere power sources?" Alexstrasza asked, making him nod.

"It's an old art; my mother used to summon demons much stronger than this Bane-whatever just to trap them as power sources," Flynn explained, confirming that both his parents were incredibly powerful, not just his father.

"And what do you intend to do next? You are new to Azeroth, correct?" Alexstrasza asked, making him nod again.

"Well, I gotta set up my workshop so I can start crafting properly. Already picked out a place for it and everything," Flynn said, producing a map from somewhere. "Right here."

As they all looked where he was pointing, she paused as an air of disbelief came over them all.

"Flynn, that's the Plaguelands," Jessir pointed out, making him nod.

"Yeah, that's the place. I'm gonna go and set up shop right there in Andorhal; not like anyone is using it," Flynn agreed easily, uncaring of the less-than-encouraging name.

"Aside from the endless horde of undead," Jessir continued, making him laugh.

"That's what the hammer is for," Flynn said simply, patting the hilt of the very large hammer on his back. "Besides, they aren't endless, and I've got a score to settle with this 'lich king'."

"What- you just got here; how can you have a grudge to settle already," Arko asked, making Flynn grin. "I told you about him. You didn't even know he existed."

"There's one guy who deserves that title, and it sure as fuck ain't some knock-off princeling. My dad is the Necromancer, so I'm gonna go beat this Anduin to death," Flynn said, making them all pause again.

The fact that this Kuro was a Necromancer certainly didn't make her feel any happier, but she supposed when he had the power to slaughter an entire Dragonflight, it didn't particularly matter what manner his magic took. He certainly didn't need an undead army to defeat the bronze dragons.

"Arthas, Anduin is a different human prince, entirely alive and not a necromancer," Alexstrasza pointed out helpfully, making Flynn pause.

"Yeah, that guy. Look, there's an entire kingdom of resources just wasting away in the Plaguelands, and I want them. I'm not gonna let some walking corpses stop me," Flynn scoffed. "Give me a week, and I'll have Andorhal cleansed and built into a fortified position; from there, the rest of the Plaguelands are just there for the taking."

It was an audacious plan that sounded outright suicidal, but then again, this was a very powerful being, given what they'd seen of his father. It was entirely possible that Flynn could just do what he claimed.

Alexstrasza seemed curious herself, but then the Aspect of Life wasn't exactly fond of the undead. What worried her was what Elune showed her, Flynn hiding away in some remote corner of the world while he worked on his craft, ignoring the fate of the world around him.

Or worse, Flynn falling to the Scourge and being brought back as one of their numbers, sharing another look with Alexstrasza. The best case was that the Scourge got an incredibly powerful champion and source of magical gear. The worst case was that Kuro came back and turned their world into a tomb.

"Lordaeron has long been abandoned by the living, with the exception of the fanatical Scarlet Crusade. I cannot deny that you are correct about the resources that have been left behind, but the entire land is corrupted by the Scourge," Alexstrasza pointed out, once again getting a shrug from the giant of a man.

"Oh, I figured it would be. Undead tend to desecrate the very land they tread in great enough numbers, but again, that's not a problem. Shit, my old man desecrates places just by existing near them when he isn't actively trying not to, so it's something I'm familiar with. I can just create a few cleansing pillars and absorb the corruption from the land around Andorhal, then spread out as I start to clear the rest of the Plaguelands. Besides, if corruption is so bad, why are you all living in this tree?" Flynn asked, making Tyrande freeze. "I could feel the… fel? That's the word, right? Yeah, the fel-taint from this tree the moment I arrived."

Jessir and Arko seemed offended at the accusation, but as Tyrande failed to refute his point, they went silent, shock and horror on their faces at their leader's silence.

How good were his senses that he'd picked up the corruption in the world tree almost immediately? 

"You could tell that, even with your limited experience with the fel?" Tyrande asked, making him nod.

"It's the same shit that I felt back in the Felwood. This Fel shit gets in deep, but it ain't that different from the other forms of demonic corruption I've seen," Flynn shrugged. "Talked to the druids about it back at the Emerald Sanctuary."

"Could these 'cleansing pillars' get rid of the taint in Teldrassil?" Tyrande asked, putting off the insanity of Flynn's plans for the Plaguelands.

Flynn paused, rubbing his chin for a moment.

"Hm, it should, but I wouldn't want to try without a test run. The corruption here feels deep, like it was in this tree from the moment it was grown," Flynn explained. "Felwood didn't feel like that; the corruption was something that came later, so it should be easier to purge. I'd have to run a few tests there first or somewhere else that's been tainted by the Fel before I could say for sure."

Flynn wasn't stupid. Reckless and perhaps arrogant, but there was an intelligent mind behind those eyes. 

"That shouldn't be hard. Finding places corrupted by the Fel is altogether too easy now," Alexstrasza pointed out grimly.

"In that case, would you be open to a commission? I know not what you need for these pillars, but I'd like to hire you to cleanse the corruption of both the Felwood and, afterwards, the Teldrassil itself. We can discuss payment further later, but in addition to whatever payment you get, I'll supply you a squad of my best Sentinels to help you clear Andorhal and secure the city for your workshop," Tyrande offered, once again, seeing Flynn pause as he rubbed his beard in thought.

"Wasn't planning on accepting commissions anytime soon, but I can't deny it'd be good to get some resources nice and early so I can set up a proper workshop, and I wanna talk to your craftsmen while I'm here anyway. Ain't like I'm in a rush, the Plaguelands aren't going nowhere," Flynn mused. "Yeah, we can deal. Could be good to see how stubborn this Fel-taint is. I'm probably gonna be dealing with it a lot."

"You aren't wrong. It is an ever-present annoyance throughout Azeroth," Alexstrasza agreed, making Flynn nod.

"Yeah, why not," Flynn agreed, giving her a nod.

Elune sent a feeling of approval through their bond, a good first step in the right direction. She paused, grabbing some parchment as she wrote something down and placed her seal upon it.

"I had more I wished to ask, but for now, I believe I need to speak to my advisors. Our craftsmen can be secretive when it comes to the other races, but this should help you get them to discuss their trade," Tyrande offered, handing over the parchment. "I will arrange for lodgings for you, and I'm sure Jessir and Arko can serve as your guides while you wait."

"Heh, thanks. Girls, I'm pretty sure that was an unsubtle hint for us to fuck off," Flynn laughed, giving her a nod again. "Lemme know when you wanna talk."

"I will send for you. It was a pleasure meeting you, Flynn," Tyrande said with honesty. Dealing with Flynn was rather stressful, given his unpredictability, but she did like the giant craftsman.

"You too, plus your hot friend who never bothered introducing herself," Flynn laughed, nodding at Alexstrasza, who simply raised an eyebrow.

"Alexstrasza, the Life-Binder. The Aspect of Life, leader of the Red Dragonflight and Queen of all Dragons," Alexstrasza deadpanned, making him snort.

"Thought you felt draconic," Flynn said simply, looking at the blatant horns. It was interesting that the knowledge of her draconic nature didn't surprise him, but he also didn't seem worried despite his father effectively declaring war on the dragons.

Did he not know what his father had done?

"I do need to speak with you myself regarding the actions of your father, but that can wait," Alexstrasza said, making Flynn pause before he sighed.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, what's the interfering old bastard done this time?" Flynn sighed, rubbing his forehead. "But sure, I can make some time in my busy schedule for a barely dressed dragon queen," Flynn laughed, giving Alexstrasza's admittedly fairly revealing outfit a once-over, but once again, she just raised an eyebrow at him in seeming amusement. "Come on, girls, let's leave the grown-ups to talk about boring political shit."

As they left, she could hear Jessir scolding Flynn in hushed tones for his lack of tact, but Flynn didn't seem bothered and just laughed as he walked away.

"An interesting man," Tyrande said, understating things as Alexstrasza chuckled.

"And a fairly simple one; he was honest in his intentions and words," Alexstrasza agreed. "His plans for the Plaguelands could bear fruit and help Azeroth greatly, even if it isn't his intention. Cleansing the Plaguelands would remove, or greatly lessen, one of the threats Azeroth faces."

"The Forsaken, and by extension the Horde, may not see it that way. Slyvanas isn't likely to be thrilled at someone moving into her lands. Undercity isn't far from Andorhal," Tyrande pointed out, making Alexstrasza nod once. "Not to mention the humans. Perhaps we are lucky that Varian is currently missing. He may have no real claim on Lordaeron, but I can imagine him trying to claim it once cleansed regardless."

It was a harsh thing to say, to be pleased that the less-than-diplomatic King of Stormwind was currently missing, but she knew that Varian wouldn't miss an opportunity like this. Anduin was far more reasonable but also just a child. Stormwind would almost certainly be a problem, if for no other reason than because of Katrana Prestor. 

"Indeed, but perhaps we can arrange for a more diplomatic meeting with the humans. I myself could not understand the runes on his gem, and the blue dragons have fled into hiding after the destruction of the bronze dragons, but I do know of a human who would be fitting to study the containment methods Flynn used," Alexstrasza pointed out, making Tyrande pause for a moment.

"I do believe I know who you mean," Tyrande agreed, seeing the appeal. "Jaina is a far better diplomat, and her magical talents cannot be denied."

"I will go to Theramore and request her aid in this. I imagine she will accept. She has her own reasons to want to see the Plaguelands dealt with after all," Alexstrasza said, making Tyrande nod. Jaina had witnessed the fall of Lordaeron firsthand, along with Arthas' fall to insanity.

"And I must speak to my advisors; the taint within Teldrassil has been a long-standing mystery to us and one I'm eager to see resolved," Tyrande agreed, not mentioning the fact that many of the council blamed the Aspects who refused to bless Teldrassil as they did its predecessor.

— Bonus Scene — Jessir Moonbow

Watching Flynn chat with the Night Elf tailor, she gave a fond sigh as she looked at where Arko was hanging off his every word. When he said he had plans, she figured he'd find somewhere remote to set up shop, not try and take over the fucking Plaguelands…

But then, while it was a shocking plan, Lady Tyrande herself seemed to approve of it, even offering a squad of Sentinels to help him get started, so could she really back down now? 

Not to mention, there was something wrong with their home, and Flynn immediately noticed it. 

Or the fact that Flynn hit on the fucking Aspect of Life, who didn't even seem to mind.

This was her life now, wasn't it? 

Well, at least it wasn't going to be boring.