Another elf? [He is suspicious. High elves and night elves are all batting for the same team now.] Of what order?
[He's less interested in the absentee Warchief, even though it's thanks to him (in part) that Belth has any sort of life at all. Things would be much different if the blood elves had tried to eke it out alone. He doesn't exactly enjoy being Horde, even so.
Whoa whoa whoa. Belthazar didn't volunteer himself for questions. He just got here, lady. But he's smart and quick, and rattles off the answers as best as he can. She is one of the few people he respects. She is the quintessential mage, and his key to the Kirin Tor.]
Deathwing rose up and tried to destroy everything. Does that count? And no, I-- I have not been to Dalaran. I will train there when my apprenticeship in Quel'thalas is complete. [He averts his eyes at this last part. That was his dream-- to become an archmage. He hasn't forgotten, but having someone who reminds him so much of his sister bring that up...
She's so simple. Surprisingly so. Just asking for cheddar? Of course he's had Dalaran sharp, it's part of the delicacies imported to Silvermoon on a frequent basis.
He holds out his palm. A blue glow appears on the table as he concentrates. At last it takes the form of a wheel of cheese-- Dalaran sharp cheddar, of perfect color and texture and taste. He has talent, and he has cooking talent too.]
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[He's less interested in the absentee Warchief, even though it's thanks to him (in part) that Belth has any sort of life at all. Things would be much different if the blood elves had tried to eke it out alone. He doesn't exactly enjoy being Horde, even so.
Whoa whoa whoa. Belthazar didn't volunteer himself for questions. He just got here, lady. But he's smart and quick, and rattles off the answers as best as he can. She is one of the few people he respects. She is the quintessential mage, and his key to the Kirin Tor.]
Deathwing rose up and tried to destroy everything. Does that count? And no, I-- I have not been to Dalaran. I will train there when my apprenticeship in Quel'thalas is complete. [He averts his eyes at this last part. That was his dream-- to become an archmage. He hasn't forgotten, but having someone who reminds him so much of his sister bring that up...
She's so simple. Surprisingly so. Just asking for cheddar? Of course he's had Dalaran sharp, it's part of the delicacies imported to Silvermoon on a frequent basis.
He holds out his palm. A blue glow appears on the table as he concentrates. At last it takes the form of a wheel of cheese-- Dalaran sharp cheddar, of perfect color and texture and taste. He has talent, and he has cooking talent too.]