After a few hours of attempted sleep, you flip yourself onto your back and stare at the top of your blank canvas tent in thought. It was an exciting night, to say the least, and you were tasked with leading your squad to victory, on top of protecting a fragile elf in combat against the orcs.
You turn to your side, balling your hand up into a fist and grinding it against the flat pile of hay you sleep on. It was frustrating and nerve-wrecking, knowing you aren’t fit for a job such as this. Being recently promoted to Captain, you don’t even understand why you were put in this important position in the first place. You wonder, perhaps the Field Marshal judged me by what he heard of back during that skirmish weeks ago, that he took that one story and turned it into his next elite officer. It was tough to stomach, however truthful it may have been, but you didn’t know the reasoning behind this choice or its implications. Without a second thought, you stand up and reach over to the small bag of pills you pulled out a few hours ago. You had always suffered from bouts of insomnia like tonight, but you couldn’t pull yourself back into that downward spiral you had so narrowly escaped before your famed skirmish. The pills worked. They worked very well, but they were also addicting. It was a tough choice, but you opened up the pouch and withdrew a small blue pill the size of a pea and cradled it in your hand for a second.
Just as you were about to take the pill, you’re suddenly met with a soft tapping against the dirt in front of your tent. You toss the pill back into the pouch, tossing the pouch back into your pile of hay as you approach the door flap. Taking a quick peek outside of your tent, you see the very same beautiful elf that you had been tasked to guard earlier in the day. You exit your tent and approach the elf in a moment of professional concern. “Hey, you’re not supposed to be out here, Miss..” you state, immediately catching yourself not knowing her name. The woman looks over to you, her eerily glowing eyes brightened by the darkness of the camp. “You’re the Captain assigned to my vanguard, is that correct?” she asks, her voice relaying with a hint of exhaustion, likely from earlier in the night. You were taken aback by her sense of professionalism, until it finally dawns on you. “Yes, Ma’am.” you immediately state, shifting to stand at attention. The female elf looks at you, her face shifting with interest. “At ease, my friend. My name is Sylvanas Windrunner, current Ranger-General of Silvermoon. I sure hope you know how much those orcs would love to get me out of the way.” she says teasingly. You gulp, resuming your lax posture. You had assumed she was of higher military status, but not quite that far up the hierarchy.
You knew this job just got even more complicated, especially knowing that Ranger-General was the highest rank any elf could hold in the High Elven military. “Erm.. very well. We’ll be working together pretty closely for the next few days, so I hope you don’t mind humans that much.” you say, carefully picking words to not offend the Ranger-General. She looks up at you, her head tilting to the side. “You’re a different kind of officer, aren’t you?” Sylvanas asks, her posture relaxing during the conversation. Inching back towards the meaning of your comment, Sylvanas takes a step toward you, leaning her torso forward slightly.“With so many personal guards, I won’t have any trouble finding someone to ‘assist’ me with the torment of long-distance travel. You understand, don’t you?” Sylvanas asks, casting a subtle hint towards you. “I don’t suppose you have any females in your squad?” she queries, her eyes lighting up a bit. You shake your head, as Sylvanas’ glimmer of hope immediately fades away. “I guess you’ll just have to do, then. I hope you don’t mind elves!” Sylvanas says jokingly, beginning her calm walk to her heavily guarded tent.
You blink, watching her as she walks off. The conversation you had were her seemed strangely relaxed, despite what sort of woman you expected her to be. Barely half-conscious, you honestly didn’t know how to take her jokes, nor did you completely catch on to what she was hinting at. Still, you knew the end result of this conversation only solidified the importance of your role in protecting her. However strange odd the conversation went, you stumble back into your tent and plop onto your pile of hay, feeling the effects of your insomnia fading away. You fall asleep quickly, hoping to get enough rest in time for the officer’s assembly in the morning to review formations and battle tactics.
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