A lone night elf sat on the edge of the rock, careful to not move. It had taken her quite a bit of time to map the entirety of the city, and even longer to locate it's Warchief. Her spot was perfect. She watched him for days on end. Tonight, she'd make her final move. Already knowing his language, she worked on her sketches. She left her last few pages in her sketchbook for just him. Waiting was half of the fun.
This one was the disciplined sort, and she knew his schedule by heart. When he went into his hut and closed the flap, she already knew how long it took him to fall asleep. Slowly, carefully, she made her way down and snuck, still stealthed, into his tent. Finding her corner, she waited. When his breathing was even and his body lax, she went to work, prepping the room.
Opening his eyes, he awoke to the stars. Sitting up quickly, he looked around at the endless skies around him. The only thing near him was the soft straw bed he lay on. His eyes fell on the small orc woman sitting in front of him. "Who are you? And, where am I?"
"I am whoever you want me to be." She smiled. "We are in that place between twilight and the spirits."
"What?"
"You ask the spirits for guidance, and they send you to me. I am not to tell you, but for you to decide."
"Decide?"
"Perhaps to understand, you need only ask the right questions."
"I know not how to lead my people." He confessed. "I wish for the spirits to teach me."
"It is a wise leader that knows when to ask for assistance, it is a poor leader that waits to be told what to do."
Sighing, he rubbed his hand across his chest. "So... no."
She spread her hands out.
"Then give me guidance. Show me what you can."
"The spirits hear you, but it is the elements that will save you."
"What does that mean?"
