So I see, she is a priestess of the other goddess then?

[It seemed a reasonable guess to him. Then again he was from a culture where one high priestess spoke for the sake of one deity. He was not particularly well-versed in other cultures, but hers made sense to him more than most.

When the topic shifted towards Tyrande, he had to take a deep breath. This was going to be a story...]

Tyrande... [Oh, this was going to be a conversation. Was there any way to explain this without it being awkward in one way or another? Probably not.] She is one I care for... quite a bit. Though she is with my brother.

[He believed he told her some of that story. Regardless he was remaining as vague as possible, not that is wasn't something he would not speak of, but it was simply a very long, long, messy story. Though as old as it was, it was still a heartbreak laced with bitterness, especially since he did still have feelings for her.]

She is a strong, smart woman, but you have nothing to fear from her. She is an ally, even if she holds little fondness for me.