#Ooohhh the Sunwell its been so longggg \o/

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

The warning caused a prompt recoil of her own as it shifted from her hand. It didn't appear she anticipated such an abrupt warning that included the outcome of spontaneous combustion. But it should have made sense, given the fel fiery haze over the eye itself. As he spoke to address her questions, she didn't really conceive how much maitenance his methods would undertake. Certainly, she had an idea there were some caveats, but this certainly gave her perspective to a world she was otherwise unfamiliar. "That… makes sense," she confirmed in regards to the spider robots. Though part of her wondered why he didn't employ magic like the enchanted brooms in Silvermoon. They seemed to move a lot on their own and for longer periods of time. Naturally as the discussion was swept back to the topic at hand, she couldn't help but feel her face pull in a way that was uncomfortable. It sounded far more abhorrent and gross than it likely was. But the value one would place on blood was certainly not something to underestimate. There was a specific phantom in red that came to mind that likely knew a thing or two about the art of blood magic. Even as a spellbreaker herself, the employ of scourge magic or otherwise was… beyond her realm of understanding. "You…. made the rods with your blood?" She repeated, as if trying to really associate the fact he did achieve something that seemed so complex with ease. The imagination certainly could run rampant from the innate gift, but technique was employed here more than likely. A refinement to a process she couldn't quite wrap her head around. Though it was of considerable assurance that his tool would not become an instrument to further chaos. But even she had to question the likelihood given her own faith in failed contingencies. Her focus returned to the eye as he put into perspective the layout for these rods and again, felt more confident about offering her aid to the endeavor. But she would likely look to find some cloth to wrap about his bloodied rods before accepting them. Or maybe her face conveyed that enough given her initial impression. "Okay, I will help you with this … endeavor." She obliged before adjusting her stance slightly as to make for the Flight Master proper. Though it was his final statement that had her pausing. "Let's say… within the next 3 hours, today. We can meet at Falconwing Square. Would prefer somewhere less busy than Silvermoon City itself."

@nixalegos

The fel scyring eye was waiting outside the door as she left the barracks, bobbing up to stare at them eye level. "Commander, what luck to run into you here." The echo of a now familiar voice said. "Are you interested in a small opportunity?"

The presence of the fel eye had caused some initial alarm for the Commander, which was followed with a visible twitch of ears going upright. Though the same couldn't be said to the other guardsmen or Forsaken residing in the area. It seemed the eye had been there for some time, waiting on her to emerge from her place of borrowed refuge.

"Luck isn't the first word I'd choose, but you have my attention, Lord Felscythe." She then adjusted her stance slightly and gave a glance to the area around her before looking towards the unsettling green and floating eye for further explanation.

"And... what does this 'small' opportunity entail...?"

(( @nixalegos - thanks for the starter \o sorry it's been a hot minute! Merry Christmas! ))