After your deserved sleep, you woke up and opened your eyes, greeted by the morning sunlight. Feeling surprisingly groggy, you stood up and brush the stray pieces of hay off your clothes. You could already tell this was going to be an exhausting day. You exit your tent, equipped with your officer’s garb, only to be blinded by the bright sun. “Lieutenant?” You muttered, looking around for a brief moment. “Lieutenant Crita?” Your calls fall on deaf ears, as you realizes your lieutenant has gone ahead of you to the Officer’s Meeting. Just as you are about to be on your way, you notice a hooded female elven escort standing guard in front of your tent. Walking up to the elf, you noticing her exhausted stature, the poor girl barely paying attention to anything outside of keeping herself standing. You sneak up to the guard and pulled the hood down, revealing a rather beautiful female ranger. The morning sun highlights her naturally pale complexion and golden blonde hair, practically drawn back into a ponytail. The ranger looks at you, her dull, expressionless eyes brightening up as she is drawn back to reality.
“Can I.. help you?” She queries, as a touch of exhaustion breaks through her speech. “Who are you?“ Your mind wanders as you ask this elf's name, far more curious as to why she is guarding your tent. “I’m Dryse Winterfall, one of Lady Sylvanas’ personal guards. She tasked me with guarding your tent and escorting you to the Officer’s Meeting. I hope you don’t mind, but I sent your Lieutenant on his way. He was.. shifty.” She states, lazily pulling through her tiredness and looking up at you. Truly a name of elven origin, you think to yourself. "I wouldn't put it past him, but I can see what you're getting at.” You respond, fully aware of your ill-mannered Lieutenant and his aggressive behavior. Preparing to begin her escort job, Dryse takes her first step and immediately regrets it. A look of distress comes across her face, as Dryse lets out a cute squeak of pain. You blink, looking at her reaction. “Err..? Are you.. alright?” As you took a short moment to gather your thoughts, it finally dawns on you. “I stood on guard throughout the night, directly after Lady Sylvanas left your tent. I-It’s particularly hard on the feet. Don’t mind me, sir.” Dryse nervously exclaims, her figure slumping over in what appears to be an instinctive reaction.
You wonder just what Sylvanas would think of you, neglecting the one and only guard she lent to you. The thought then dawns on you: if you can't take care of one guard, how would you ever hope to protect the soldiers under your command and the beautiful Sylvanas? You felt as if this situation went beyond your allegiance to the Alliance, but just as a personal duty. As a knight of the Alliance, there was no way you would let this poor woman suffer under your command. Just as well, dragging an injured female elf to the Officer's Meeting would be a difficult situation to explain, so you muster up your courage and present Dryse with a compromise.
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