THE HIGHLORD.

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴀᴡɴ.

[solsanctus]

this man can fit SO much conflict avoidance inside himself.

[solsanctus]

@throned said: gimme

OK THIS IS ROUGH

He was born during the Troll Wars, which claimed the lives of both his parents --- he never knows more about them, not even their names. He takes on the surname Belore because he is, if no one else, a child of the Sun.

He’d go on to become a Spellbreaker once he was old enough, a career that .... did not fit him at all, he was extremely mediocre at it. Wasn’t his calling, but it was now his duty --- and he dutiful until he isn’t.

The Third War shakes him out of it, as he sees a chance at change by throwing in with the Blood Knights ... for all of three seconds. What’s done to M’uru is unconscionable. Athanair exiles himself from Silvermoon, joining up with the Argent Dawn, and does not see his home again for years. It’s a choice that will always haunt him. When the going got tough, he got away. Rather than fight for what he believed, or gritted his teeth and stayed to help restore his home, he ... left. 

He regrets. And he regrets even more that he would never change his decision.

Nowadays, he can mostly be found in Light’s Hope Chapel, where he’s taken up Tirion’s mantle of coordinating the efforts of cleansing the Plaguelands.

RANDOM TIDBITS

He WILL flirt with your muse .... basically whenever. It’s entirely possible not to notice, since this tends to manifest as inspirational speeches.

Current wielder of the Ashbringer!

Was not joking about the chocolate. He has it. You need it. Take the chocolate.

Constantly smoking. But it’s fine, because he’s lighting the cigarettes with Holy fire. That makes them spiritually healthful.

Hedonistic little lad. Big fan of living as luxuriously as one can. That’s also important for the spirit. Good food and comfy sweaters will bring you closer to the Light.

Zoen considers him a boring old man with a judgemental streak. ( She’s wrong. He just very effectively utilizes the :| expression on her. )

He has SO many piercings.

[boilingheart]

A BEAUTIFUL paladin Athanair for dear @winterskorn. I took one look at him and found a burst of inspiration to draw, he’s so BEAUTIFUL

[solsanctus]

I know I have like NO information up for him but. understand . I love him.

[solsanctus]

He’s a chainsmoking lawful good slut with a permanent :| expression and chocolates in his pockets for when people start getting emotional.

[solsanctus]

His parents die in a troll attack. it’s the only thing he ever knows of them.

[gentleali]

why don’t you lay your head on my titties and maybe you’ll calm down

[wretchedhearted]

⤏ send me “plots please”

… and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses!   There is  no pressure  for us to write any of them,   but it’s a great starting point for you to get a sense of how I think our muses might interact and what sorts of plots I’m most interested in happening between them  -  so don’t be shy!

for multimuse blogs make sure to specify who you’re looking to plot with

[solsanctus]

I’m subscribed to some and such dumb news-ish clickbait sites for... reasons... and this article that was sent to me sums up Athanair’s sinday vibes pretty succinctly:

[solsanctus]

shxwmaster​:

     Shaw does not move.

     It’s this… demeanor of the paladin that the spy finds himself wary of. There are some characters where he’s seen enough of them to find pattern in the hundreds of people he’s met; eventually, it becomes as predictable as a poorly written story rehashed a thousand times on so many mediums. And there are those less predictable, those he needs a little more substance to get a full handle on.

     He steals a glance at some point from the playbook, making no comment on it just yet, but it’s duly noted. He offers the slight tilt of his head, searching the elf for any specific expressions of worth.

     “ We had a little more than just demons to work through the past year, ” He remarks. “ Quite a lot. The Horde and Alliance were quite busy once they were rather gently reminded that there was more to just Azeroth’s scabs. Naga, N’Zoth, just fun stuff. ”

     The migraine from the freed Old God still lingers despite how much caffeine and painkillers he puts in his system to stave it off. What a tiring year it’s been indeed.

     “ Yet, see, that is precisely what troubles me, ” He says, turning now to face Athanair better. “ In the commotion, I spared no further thought beyond the campaign I ventured in, but now that the dust has a chance to settle, I find myself wondering where so many of you leaders must have been up to in that time, Highlord. Surely there was more done than just sunbathing and reading such uninspiring tales — have you truly left your hands so idle? ”

     He rolls a shoulder. “ Funny, I often heard a common phrase among the holy. Idle hands are an Old Gods’ workshop. ”

     It isn’t that he hates the man, precisely. Too many worthier targets for that sort of passion.

     Would be simpler if he did, though.

     By the work of his hands have a hundred square acres been wiped clean of the stains of that pissant little boy’s tantrum. There’s forestry verdant and blooming so much so that folks are starting to wonder whether the Western Plaguelands are ready for a rename, but sure Mister Mathias Shaw of fuckin’ Stormwind. Talk to him of idleness.

     Athanair breathes in deep, lets the scent of pure green coat his lungs like a balm.

     “ Lotta shit saying we got. Secular man like yourself shouldn’t pay them much mind. ”

    Ten minutes pass, and he rolls from stomach to back. One hand pats the grass... not quite welcomingly, but politely at the very least. He’s not unfamiliar with the man’s opinions by this point; Shaw wears disdain as regally as a crown.

     “ Sit. Soak up the Sunshine. Do you good to get your head outta the shadows for a bit. ”

     He grabs blindly for the playbook, then thrusts it in his company’s direction.

     “ Read a shitty play. It’s character building. ”

[acherys]

     originally workin’ on this as some sort of… promo thing for them, but then i got a bad headache so instead here’s some general aesthetic of the Highlord and the Deathlord

[shxwmaster]

starter for @solsanctus​

     There are specific targets in Azeroth that Shaw intends to keep an eye on. Diplomats, generals, leaders — anyone of interest or suspicion, there’s an agent on the case.

     But there are also special targets, unique circumstances. The Highlord was one such, a peculiar elf that Shaw found both curious and aggravating, both on part of straying a ways from the traditional paladin, and for being quite difficult to predict. He’s a character the Spymaster had yet to gauge fully, and it left many blanks on the profile he had crafted in his mind.

     Gifted with the rare opportunity of free time, Shaw travels, spending each day going through a list of files he intends to complete. As he slinks through the shadows, finding himself weaving through the grotesque horrors of the blind faithful and their boisterous garb, he keeps his gaze transfixed on his target.

               File 0476H - A. Belore.

     He reveals himself at Athanair’s left, hands clasped loosely behind his back and eyes straight forward, carrying himself as though this were a normal entrance to make.

     “ Travesty and death continuously scar the lands, despite the efforts every faction puts in, ” Shaw provokes, his voice quiet and detached. “ It would seem nigh hopeless to continue. But there’s always a crusade to be had, someone to step up and mend these wounds. I’m curious where you post your banner at these days — are you tired, or still in the cycle? ”

[solsanctus]

     Nothing worse than a man uninteresting, possessed of nothing but tapioca conversation and observations as sharp as porridge. Athanair knows this, learned it back on his third first date once the shallow well of explaining what Spellbreaker training looked like ran dry and the girl across him recognized there were much tastier fish in the sea. It is with that stinging wisdom that he finds himself buried nose-to-parchment in Westfall Story as he lounges on his lawn.

     It is a terrible play. But the Sun is shining warm as love upon his back, and the wind has turned so that the reek of Plaguelands is so distant as to be a dream. He breathes in grass, exhales without a gag. There have been worse days.

     He is very nearly content, and this is perhaps a mistake.

     “ You’re blocking the sun. ”

     He realizes, with a terrible certainty, that this is why people become death knights.

     Certainly the Deathlord doesn’t have to deal with this shit.

     Ire roughens his voice more than is fair. They hadn’t the most auspicious first meeting, him and Stormwind’s shadow. A bad day in the wake of a worse day ( have there been worst? ) but to hold onto that grievance feels... disingenuous. Even if Shaw seems determined to needle for the sake of it, a boy poking ants just to watch them twitch.

     “ Everyone’s tired. Doesn’t mean you bow out. ”

     He turns the page to look upon the beginning of the end, ACT III bold and black at the top. Say what you will, Maxwell, but just because he does not often truck with holy signs does not mean he has never caught a ride. 

     Athanair sets down the playbook. He does not get up; there’s ten minutes left for this side in the sun.

     “ Plaguelands are still ugly as sin. Unless demons are popping outta the sky again, my banner ain’t moving from right here. ”

[spctlessminds]

this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

[ghastlysmemes]

destiny item & quest description sentence meme

feel free to change pronouns & etc as necessary!

’ you did not receive the bond so you could babble arcane words. go forth, and burn our enemy. ’

‘ i think she’s hungry ’

’ you stand for something immutable and transcendent. act like it. ’

‘ the vault whispers of a world beyond. ’

‘ beware of false prophets. ’

‘ i count myself a king of infinite space. ’

‘ imagine the crowds. then block them out. ’

‘ nobody comes back the same. ’

‘ in vacuum, fire flows like water. ’

‘ be wary of what you find between the stars. demons have breached the gates where once only angels dared. ’

‘ join the eternal dance. ’

‘ all things converge. ’

‘ … til even the stars heed our calling. ’

‘ to each a purpose, and to all a fitting end. ’

‘ for this judgement, there is no protection. ’

‘ our enemies watch us huddle and just laugh. but it’s our show now. ’

‘ let no challenge lie. let no question hang. let no music fade. ’

‘ just… come on. just don’t. ’

‘ …a rattling shriek, the crunch of bones and the fading echoes of a brave woman’s last laugh… ’

‘ don’t include it unless you intend to use it. ’

‘ most helmets protect the mind from the universe. not this one. ’

‘ one throne beneath the howling dark. ’

‘ let this bone I reaped in battle give me strength to reap again. ’

‘ you have chosen to explore the depths of the darkness. you better be able to run. ’

‘ this helmet will keep you happy. why shouldn’t you be happy? ’

‘ how does it feel to land a six-meter jump in full armor? that depends who you’re landing on. ’

‘ are you afraid? listen closely: so are they. ’

‘ psychologically tuned to reinforce an important skill: holding down the trigger. ’

‘ swamp camouflage is the hottest fashion these days. ’

‘ feel the swamp. smell the swamp. be the swamp. ’

‘ learn the swamp’s secrets. keep the swamp’s secrets. lie awake at night, horrified by the swamp’s secrets. ’

‘ you can see everything. you can unsee nothing. ’

‘ of bladedancers seem a little unfair it’s because they are. no room for honor in a fight. ’

‘ your job on the fireteam is to answer the question ‘can we kill that thing?’ make sure the answer is always yes. ’

‘ don this monster’s face to hide the monsters lurking behind your own. ’

‘ he never sought glory or prizes. only peace. ’

‘ drive fast and take risks. ’

‘ feet alone cannot take us where we’re going. ’

‘ i face the challenges to come with dry eyes. there will be a time to mourn, but not until we have our vengeance. ’

‘ risk is it’s own reward. ’

‘ the last word. yours. not mine. ’

‘ everything is luminous. ’

‘ blot out the sun. ’

‘ they cast him out. but his words never left. ’

‘ for the more light the worms consume, the hungrier they become. ’

‘ YOU WILL DREAM OF TEETH AND NOTHING ELSE. ’

‘ i saw myself! slaying the darkness! that’s what i saw! ’

‘ the light shines the brightest in those it consumes. ’

‘ if you learn nothing else, learn this: when a hunter takes up the cloak of a dead comrade, this is a vow. ’

‘ the start is always the same. enter his court, and call him out. ’

‘ i will put an ocean into a thimble. i will build a world on the edge of a blade. ’

‘ a sacrifice is required. ’

‘ there was a moment where the hare chose not to defeat the tortoise. ’

‘ witness. ’

‘ are you the dream of a sleeping god? or the nightmare of a dead one? ’

[solsanctus]

what are his opinions on thalassian politics? does he have any at all? is he pro-horde, would he support going back to the alliance, or rather thalassian isolation? or just "whatever happens, happens"

send Frost asks about her bby paladin because she loves him so much and actually has fuck-all developed for him, /rip --- accepting always @ilianchant

    Ath maintains that he has no business getting involved in Thalassian politics.

    The aftermath of the Scourge invasion was horrific and bloody and dark for Quel’thalas. The Sunwell’s destruction, arcane withdrawal, the Alliance’s betrayal, Kael’thas’ abandonment, and ninety percent of the population being murdered made for... some very ugly choices that the survivors had to make, or chose to make, or were simply forced to deal with as best as possible. Things were just real bad for a long time, and rather than stick around, Ath... left.

    A lot of his friends turned to powers that he couldn’t approve of. The Blood Knights looked at first like a promising place for him --- he’d never been very comfortable with the Spellbreakers, and the Light seemed like the refreshment he needed after all the trauma and horror --- but when he learned about M’uru, he couldn’t take it. Ath didn’t have quite the ruthless edge that the other Blood Knights possessed, and he didn’t have the heart to fight against the path that Quel’Thalas was taking in the wake of the apocalypse. So he left.

    Athanair avoided Quel’Thalas for years. He joined up with the Argent Dawn, because the environment there seemed comfortable and like one he could settle within. It was lonely --- the Dawn’s always had a very Alliance slant to it, as neutral as it claims to be --- but it was easy. And it seemed like the best place for him, personally, to heal and figure out what to do in this new and broken world.

    He was still loyal to Quel’Thalas, no matter his self-imposed exile. He took up the mantle of sin’dorei, and would serve the Horde faithfully once they joined its ranks, and he was happy ( so very happy ) to speak and work with other blood elves when he came across them. But he didn’t go home. He didn’t go home for a very long time.

    Once he finally did return, and set foot in Silvermoon at long last, things had changed radically. M’uru was free. The Sunwell restored. Silvermoon had dragged herself out her darkest times, and she had done so utterly without his help or input. He was glad for how things were changing, but keenly aware and terribly guilty that he’d just up and abandoned everything as soon as the going got too tough for him.

    So nowadays, Athanair pointedly stays out of any and all politics or discussions regarding the future of Quel’Thalas. He lost that right, in his mind. If he couldn’t handle her at her worst, then how could he possibly know about what’s best for her?

    ( He quietly would like to say that he quite likes the Horde at this point, because the Alliance sucks, but again. No opinion. )

         ( Also, as the Highlord, neutrality is the best position to officially maintain since he has paladins on both sides. )

              ( But again. The Alliance sucks. )

[boilingheart]

A BEAUTIFUL paladin Athanair for dear @winterskorn. I took one look at him and found a burst of inspiration to draw, he’s so BEAUTIFUL

[shxwmaster]

@solsanctus​ liked for a starter!

     Paladins.

     Mathias never once considered himself faithful to any ‘power’ — magic exists, that it does, and there are pillars of cosmic forces he will never understand, but anything beyond general acknowledgement of its existence is something the spy does not partake in.

     Faith is annoying. Aggravating. Holiness and Light and goodness and priests and other such — they hold no flame to the grit and dirt of the world. He’d sooner herald a blade as a god than anything else. It was for this reason that he and Wyrmbane had often clashed. 

     Among other things.

     Personal opinions set aside, he has reason to be here, and administers the proper respect, of course, to those around him. Out of the shadows, and into a place of the Light - ( dreadful, truly ) - he offers a deep bow to the blood elf he was sent to interrogate.

     “ Highlord, ” He offers, keeping himself prim and neutral. “ Mathias Shaw of Stormwind — I’ve received word of troubling matters involving yourself and your personnel. Believe me, I wouldn’t be here if this weren’t a serious matter. ”

     If he had it his way, he’d never step foot here.

     “ I’ve a few… questions to ask you, if you will. ”

[solsanctus]

     Rage is river and him a thirsting man.

     Third stick of the hour, and the ragged edges of his soul start to smooth out just a little, curling back like the paper and leaf as he flicks them into holy ember. Inhale deep, cradle within the nest of lungs for one precious moment, then breathe, Highlord... just breathe... it could’ve been worse, it could’ve... They could’ve...

     Another inhale, another exhale. 

               Just breathe.

     Once he can control the shaking of his hands, he lets in the agent.

     Little cruelty of his, finding humor in the shuffling dance of unease and propriety that this poor man undertakes, but sainthood’s only for the dea--- for others. Reminds him of his more crotchety knights in certain endearing ways.

     Less endearing, once the man supplies name and intent. 

     Shaw. Stormwind. SI:7? What’s SI have to do with...?            Menethil has long been a companion of Wrynn’s ---

     He brings the stick to his mouth with one hand, and grips the edge of the table with the other.

          Rage is a river but drink isn’t his vice of choice, and he’s disinclined to change that.

     “ Not your matter to fret about. Alliance’s got no jurisdiction here, even if I weren’t sin’dorei. ”