Quirky Druid

After renting three rooms for themselves, with Emmarel taking care of the human druid, she knew that Theo and Selia came here looking to learn from these druids, so she would watch out until she woke up and explain how they came here looking for them.

As for explaining what happened in The Drunk Tank, let the drunken tauren be responsible for it... she had nothing to do with it.

Theo was taking care of his beloved drunkard, who now would drool and slur more than biting, which was a good thing considering she had the bite of a dragon, anyone would lose a chunk of their flesh if they were the ones carrying her...

As for Trag he was still blacked out thrown into a weird posture with his head in the ground and legs stuck on his horns in a show of flexibility just a step away from the bed, no one bothered helping him get on bed.

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It took a while until they were finally awake and aware of themselves, the hang over was smashing their heads, they didnt want to open their eyes and wanted to sleep more.

The surprising thing was that the druid just stood there in the table eat breakfast acting as if it was perfectly normal not knowing how she was here.

It was only when Trag dragged himself out of his room that we noticed her point at him and scream: "Idiot cow! Fangs should be in the mouth, not at the sides of the head!", but seeming too tired and groggy to continue with it she went back to eating her breakfast while glaring at Trag as if she met her foe.

Trag was quite shocked at being shouted at, and not having the slightest clue of he had done the previous night, he looked at us trying to understand what was this about.

"No clue, you got yourself into a brawl with this druid here and then we found you both knocked out..." I said while giving a 'clean your own mess' kinda look while shrugging

"Someone should take responsibility for his actions... its not polite to just drag a woman around on the ground!" said a night elf with a teasing smile

"Hmph... Im sure i was the one who knocked him out first, team fang always will be supreme!!" said the kultiran woman.

The woman when not shapeshifted had black hair and amber eyes, she was quite fit for a kultiran, making her like a wild beauty.

Trag was still confused as to what that was about, but he still had in the table to eat something hoping for his head to stop hurting so much, also his back was hurting like hell, probably due to his sleeping position.

Seeing as someone had to get some semblance of reason back to this table, I asked.

"So... What would be the name of esteemed druid? Do you belong to the Thornspeakers?"

She looked at me, and gave a pondering look while scratching her chin.

"I am Mona Wildvein, I guess I still could be considered a thornspeaker, but I prefer animals not plants... Aren't squirrels always better than a boring tree?!" said the druid while preaching the path to wisdom while nodding.

"I-I see... sure trees are not very uh... engaging I guess... but do you know Ulfar? We came a long way to meet him and learn from him." I said while keeping the conversation in the direction we wanted.

"Old Tree Bear! How do you know teacher? He usually only trains people who get lost in the woods when young... Since they learned to hear the calling of the wild... Its hard for him to teach you if you dont know the call of the wild! But no worries, I can teach you!" She said while pointing her finger to herself while becoming a falcon and puffing her chest making the finger become a wing.

"I... See..." And that was how I got myself into becoming her student without knowing what it entailed.

Selia was quite grumpy during the whole morning, she would complain and whine in a weirdly cute pouting way about how she still felt wet, how the smell of salt made her nose uncomfortable, how the weather was cloudy and how she wanted to eat more. Our of everything she said I bet the hunger was the bigger concern she had, she was a bit of a glutton.

I managed to calm her down after getting a few plates of food, some head pats and some detoxification I had to learn from the book Faol gave me just for this occasion.

Only after the breakfast did we go and search for someone to smuggle us into the island, something which Mona found unnecessary, saying you could just fly over or swim to the beach north where there was a small fishermen village, but she could turn into wildlife and come and go from the borders without suspicion, so I quickly ignored her.

Afterall we were being chased by one of the most infamous underground organizations in Azeroth and also were quite the unique group with their tauren, night elf, high elf and human going along... it was bound to give suspicion to patrols and guards.

Also I planned to do some things which would be inconvenient in the future, so it was bound to be easier if we kept low profile to the Kultiran Nation.

Surprisingly the one who was able to bring us inside by smuggling was not a goblin nor a shaddy looking hooded figure, but rather a pandaren by the name of Tan Lotuswind who was able to keep meditating while making ilegal deals all the same.