[ He tried and therefore nobody could criticize him save for Tyrande. Her gaze as she watched his attempt at getting wine and then giving up. She let out a sigh and grabbed two glasses and followed after him from a slight distance. What she was doing even making the attempt here was beyond her. A distance should be kept between them and yet they kept finding themselves awkwardly drawn towards one another. Perhaps it was a product of being the only night elves here or perhaps it was their history together. Regardless it was what it was and here they were once more.
Once he'd made his retreat, with Tyrande following behind and whispering a few apologies to those he rudely bumped into, she approached. ]
There was no need for such rudeness. [ She held out a glass for him even as she chided him. ]
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Once he'd made his retreat, with Tyrande following behind and whispering a few apologies to those he rudely bumped into, she approached. ]
There was no need for such rudeness. [ She held out a glass for him even as she chided him. ]