In a keep hidden amiss the fog and lush green hills, in a large room with a circular table in the center and chandelier hanging high above, sat a woman in a heavy armored skirt and breast plate, her cheek in her right hand as her left hand drummed against the table absentmindedly; Her long tail swished beside her chair as she groaned with boredom. Across the room, leaning against a pillar was a huntress quietly checking her bow over, making sure that it was tuned and battle ready.
"Where do you think they are, Cait?" The draenei woman finally said, unable to take the silence a moment longer.
"Hm? How should I know?" The huntress glances up with a perked brow.
"Ugh!" The woman stands up, her hooves clicking against the stone floor as she begins to pace.
"What's going on now?" A voice says from the rafters.
Glancing up, the draenei rolls her eyes, "How long do you plan to be up there, Liara?"
High above, near the chain of the chandelier, sat a night elf woman with teal hair, smoking and holding a bottle of rum as she dangles one leg off the rafter.
"Oh you know.." The elf woman named Liara says, taking a swig from the bottle, "About as long as we are to wait on Falen and Yuri."
"They sure are taking their time, I'll admit." Cait says as she slips her bow on her back.
"Well it's not everyday Yuri gives birth." The draenei admits.
"I suppose you are right, Coco." Liara says as she takes another drag of her smoke.
After a moment of silence, the sound of a newborn crying could be heard.
"Congratulations, Mi'lord." Liara says to no one, putting out her cigar.
"And welcome to the Argent Blades, kid." Cait mutters to herself.
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