I was lying in my bed, remembering the conversation I had with Ashle a few days ago, remembering her claims of disrespecting my own people. I will not lie to myself, I truely did, but that is only because of what I had seen through everything. My home slowly becoming more and more corrupt from within. I understood her viewpoint on it, but it was a viewpoint much to close to that of the Sin’dorei nobles, thinking they are superior for small things.
Trying to get my mind off of the subject, I arose from my bed, or atleast if you could call a pile of lumber a bed, the Dragonmaw truely did not know what a good bed looked or felt like, but I can not trouble an alliance with them over a simple thing such as a bed. Downing a quick mug of ale, I walked outside to my Black Drake, Helanthion and flew back home to Silvermoon.