#commandersunwhisper

Hmm...

@themadamelioness - Most definitely the Madame has earned a spot in Kelz's heart. There's tons of admiration and respect for Naralinthe since the death of Thanatos Sunwielder. And I would say they both feel compelled to support the other when they are going through hard times.

@kalren-daelish - She may be reluctant to admit it given the recent hardships between her and Kalren since he chose to become a demon hunter. But he is her first friend and there is something in her that knows that, but the memories are just not there to support the sensation over logic.

But I'm afraid I cannot provide a third. Too often she is either instigating adversity through her acts of perceived good, or losing friends to cruel circumstances like death or outright betrayals. :( Though - she might just chalk it up and say the third is booze again.

Thank you for the ask @safrona-shadowsun ^^; Sorry it took me a minute to get back to ya!

The question was asked softly, as if to avoid the wrath that might follow should he speak too loudly. To whom he spoke, was none other than Kal'ren - at a time before he surrendered himself to consuming demonic blood.

It was not clear if an answer was given or not, but the doors would soon give way to announce her arrival. Hands found her hips as her eyes narrowed like daggers towards her brother.

"I believe you were the first in line to ensure the family tree still had its roots, brother."

Her gaze then slid over to Kal'ren as if scrutinizing him to reveal whatever it was, he divulged to her brother.

@allasticus - thanks for the ask >:O BUT NOT THE OTHER ONE LMAO

The silence rarely stayed long enough to ignore suspicion or trouble. Her form stiffening just as the melody of words tangled in the length of her ear. Both brows furrowed as she paused in her patrol within the Bazaar. With a cursory glance towards the auctioneers, she verified they were safe, at least in this moment. Before considering what answering a question like this might entail. It didn't strike her as a joke to make light of the implications in death or otherwise. And given her limited knowledge from undeath's corruption, she was not exactly versed in offering an appropriate response.

Yet...

"...Do I hear... 1.... 2... gone with the wind? Or maybe... a morbid bidder..?"

The answer held some humor, but it didn't really feel right rolling off of her tongue. But if she was entertaining unliving spectors, perhaps this would sate their inquire and let the brokers be. Afterall, the city thrived on its auctions of commerce and otherwise.

"Why do you ask it as if I'm not right here, brother?"

She turned then and exhaled heavily.

"And I thought you would know this by now. But I have a very sacred relationship to my Silvermoon Port."

A flask was seemingly pulled from thin air and held high above her head in a champion's heroic pose.

"This... has brought me joy, tears, and numbed much pain I've experienced over the years. Because alcohol will never die, it will always be there, and... it will always warm my body despite how cold I may become."

You step foolishly to the dark.

What power do you seek?

What council do you pursuit?

When you stand alone, lost to the darkness and chaos around you.

Remember.

This was your own hand leaving you blind.

Remember.

You tried to summon what is better left in the dark.

The bottle that had often sat in the Commander's hand was now put down against the counter. Its contents sloshing for a moment as she stared at the liquid yet to be imbibed. There was a faraway look to her features as she wrestled with ignoring the questions or addressing them. Both shoulders would rise as she heaved out a heavy sigh and turned now to her speaker.

"A setback but not one that can't be corrected with regards to my family. We are not broken at the very least. And we can become something more within time."

Snorting lightly, she returned her hand to cusp about the bottle as she lifted and directed its open end towards her speaker.

"Power? I don't seek anything like that. It's an errand for those that seek more than their limits. And I know mine and can hone them as my sword and shield."

An idle rock of the bottle was made before the neck was tipped back and her mouth took hold of the end. More alcohol was dumped into her system given she had a rather eventful week. Not to mention those unsettling letters…

"The Sin'dorei have many notable figures who can offer insight and misdirection. But the wisdom I seek does not come so freely. To answer this question would be divulging a truth not many are ready to accept. Whether it be from a noble standpoint or an individual stance."

Now the bottle had become empty by this point, and it joined a collection of others on the counter. Their transparent surfaces empty and hollow but maintaining their shape. The last few lines of the speaker gave her pause yet again.

"It is the folly of those who misunderstand my intentions that will be led astray. But I stand by my choices as they bear no room for doubt and provide utmost clarity. Sometimes we have to take risks against what our nature demands we don't. And in every instance danger surfaces, consequences can be damned, because at least we have the courage to face our fears. ...But the one who is blind to these bold acts of mine is not me. I suppose when it comes to these confrontations, an act of salvation or sacrifice is not so easily understood or defined."

Tagging @grumpyoldfker , @allasticus, @lazraelbandtherion and @sanguinesorceress