Thandiroq had lost count of the days since the attack on the Green Flagon, since the Satyrs kidnapped Blair, lost count of how many days he had gone without sleep. Aisleen had told him to be patient, that the information was being gathered that would lead them to this Xaemovian and to Blair. Thandiroq had waited long enough, too long and now he would gather information in his own way. He ventured outside of the safety of Darnassus in search of them, for her, but no matter who or what he found in the Darkshore to gather information from, it never yielded anything of use.
He found few satyrs at all, even when he ventured into Ashenvale and further into Felwood. Thandiroq made them talk and how they spoke, of all the ways they would make him suffer, none lived long enough to prove their threats and he felt no sorrow in taking their lives. in fact, he felt nothing, as if all emotion had left him in his hunt for the Satyrs, to reclaim what was taken from him. Thandiroq came upon other malevolent forces in his time outside of Darnassus, elementals, furbolgs and other tainted life forms that sprung up since the Cataclysm rocked the land of Kalimdor. Even as he fought those forces, slew them where they stood, he felt nothing.
After many days and nights of hunting, Thandiroq finally returned to Darnassus and without thought found himself in front of the Howling Oak. The exact spot where he had brought her for a surprise picnic, in thanks for all she had done for him and would do for him. Finally, for the first time he felt something, since the rage, sorrow and pain of the initial and sudden taking of Blair. He finally felt something, since coming back to Darnassus, since vowing to turn his rage into a weapon aimed at the Satyrs. He felt... happiness, his happiness, her happiness and suddenly everything else vanished. The thought of the hunt, the assault on his home, the threat against his family gone, all he he felt was happiness and all he saw was her, sitting there next to himself. A smile came to his face and he watched the figures sitting on the banks of the water surrounding the Howling Oak, remembering that night as clearly as if it was happening at that very moment. Much as he had done that night, Thandiroq fell asleep, fell into the comfort of being in that area, in that moment in time.
He didn’t know how many days it had been since he last slept or for how long he was going to slumber now, but he did not care. For in that slumber he was happy, he was with her in that moment that seemed to go on forever. Thandiroq’s smile was wide as he looked at hers, his eyes shined bright as he gazed into her own shining silver orbs. His heart raced, in a rhythmic beat to her own and they laid there, on that spot bathed in the light of Elune and he was happy.
