Business, as usual || Nathanos + Sylvanas
Over the course of time, things in the Undercity appeared to... lack a sense of direction. With the death of the Lich King now a part of their past, and their invasion of Gilneas long gone, the figures that now resided within the depths of the City appeared restless; reckless, almost. It hadn't gone unnoticed, of course - all were affected by the lingering sense of purpose, or more so a lack of it. Yet Nathanos was adamant in believing that all feelings were but a fallacy; a phase to travel through before they would have a new task to work upon - a new sense of direction that travelled away from those they had previously set.
Naturally, however, this task was not an easy one. Care was something that Nathanos had been disregarding and yet unforeseen consequences had led to their own caution; false as it may be. For that reason alone did the ranger feel lost unto himself; witnessing the faces of those Forsaken who demanded he teach them his ways, to those who would ask the most mundane of questions and present him with the results of equally as mundane tasks. Lacklustre was a choice word to describe it all at that moment - lacklustre in every possible way.
It was when he heard the questionings (and ramblings) of one of the many blood elven rangers that Nathanos retreated to the Royal Quarter of the City to seek out The Lady, for he could tolerate the sound of the elves' cries no longer... and no doubt she would have come to him eventually to ponder upon the reasons that she could not call herself a Dark Ranger. Such ignorance should surely be punished with execution, he thought bitterly.
Travelling down the corridor laced with guards that stood at their post; unmoving in their ways even despite the things they may have heard, Nathanos eventually found himself within the chamber - before those who were considered of the utmost importance to the City, whether living or not. Of course he acknowledged their presence... and yet, in such moments, he only wished for the presence of one.
"My Lady," He spoke in low tones as he approached the mantle which held upon it the Banshee Queen. He gave a courteous bow in the moment whilst also recognising her questionable facade; a hint of frustration and annoyance, laced with complete nonchalance. Never one to be read from her appearance alone, Nathanos knew, but he never questioned. "Have you any news?"
