Rae'liel - The Guest of Honor.

Sitting comfortably with one leg smoothly crossed over the other, the Paladin silently allowed the High Elf to finish rummaging through his thoughts. Rolling through her own respective contemplations, she tried to discern just exactly what his brother might be after. If revenge, such a hot blooded cause normally wound rally up far more brash actions than apparently seen. Sliding to a stand then, she smoothly walked over to her discarded armor and took grasp of her sheathed sword.

Taking up the belt and winding it so that the sword rested easily on the back of her waist once again, she looked back to Sharon with a wry smirk. "Seven years and you haven't changed a bit. I'll be heading into town for the next series of moments, and I'll be taking a look around town." Shrugging casually, the lightly clothed Paladin strode past Sharon and gently lent the softness of her fingertips to his shoulder briefly to comfort him. "After all, you said that the Night Elves won't be here for much longer. I'd better get to know Stormwind once again while I still have a chance."

Snatching the goggles up once again and tossing them over her eyes, the heavily tinted lenses lender their protection to her as she gradually are her way away from the Magus district and into the heat and chaos of Stormwind's bustling streets. With her light footfalls guiding her through the cobblestone streets, it did not take long for her to discover the new locales and pubs; each of the latter still bustling with noise and chaos of inebriation at even the earlier hours of the afternoon.

The newest addition did not escape her as she paced through a tunnel, and in turn beheld the newest fortification protecting the docks. Staring up at it with a minute expression that was in the least impressed, Rae'liel simply stood there, even in spite of the leering stare of a handful of White Hand members that were striding towards her at that very moment.