Meridia Highstrider, Blood Elf Mage

Almost with a death like grip, Meridia stormed back to her residence on the Walk of Elders. Storming into her residence she startled the young apprentice she left in charge of her home. "M-m-m-m-mistress Meridia I w-w-wasn't expecting you back so s-soon..." the apprentice went to continue bumbling before being cut of by his impatient teacher. " Quiet Aeris. You have been training with Camberon for your electives right? Bring me some healing." The apprentice scattered leaving Meridia some time to think.

Touching her fingers to her temple, the mage attempted to cast out the headache she could feel coming on. That failing she poured a half tumbler of suntouched special, and spiked it with a hint of mana. How could these fools let petty ideological disagreements get in the way of good research contempt filling her mind I will write there college immediately to complain. Sipping at her drink Meridia set about the task of writing a scalding letter to the academy in Dalaran.

After a few minutes Aeris returned clutching a small red vial. "Here you are Mistress, is this the reason you returned so early were you attacked along the way" the apprentice was timid, but clearly regaining some composure. "No, those ... fools in Dalaran refused to give me access to the city. Apparently politics is interfering." She sculled the potion, it tasted too strongly of silver leaf but the gentle warmth of healing magic still filled her form. She examined the wound, though the cut had completely healed the graying still remained. "Clearly you need further practice in the alchemical arts, your potion was defective." The apprentice squeaked in shock "S-s-s-s-sorry M-m-mistress..." his babbling fell on deaf ears as the Mage was already halfway to the door. "I will need to see Camberon personally then, I will let him know of your incompetence."

With much intent and some measure of anger, Meridia stormed towards the Sunfurry Spire.

Allowing the anger to melt from her face, Meridia jovially greeted her long term colleague. "Camberon, how are the applied arts treating you. I hope you aren't finding the current cohort too inept." The alchemist acknowledged his guest with similar sarcasm, "No more inept then you were at alchemy. I seem to recall on several occasions you having to steal me concoctions to get through that class." The alchemist clearly enjoying the smirk that summoned from his old friend, before conceding "Atleast I got my returns from you in enchantments. What can I do for you friend, aren't you supposed to be in Dalaran?"

Irritation returned to the mages face, the alchemist taking the hint directed her into his quarters and started preparing some tea. Meridia allowed the veil to fall, and spoke with a measure of raw emotion rarely seen from the Mage. She recounted the tale of her recent predicament "... even after taking a healing potion the discolouring remains. See how grey the flesh is! Had I been cut with some necrotic weapon it would make sense, but I was cut by a mere twig!"

The alchemist showing clear concern for his friend forsook his tea to move in and examine the wound.

"Kalimdor! I was sent out of Dalaran and your suggesting I go to Kalimdor. The Kaldorei would have driven us out when we were Quel'Dorei, and now that the Quel'Dorei loathe us I can only imagine how the Kaldorei will respond..." she caught herself for a moment, and allowed her emotions to subside "I could disguise myself as Quel'Dorei, surely as long as I don't channel mana they won't notice the difference. Still Kalimdor is a large place, where should I start searching for this Thalnazz?"

Smirking the Mage retorted "I always do." She embraced the alchemist one last time before leaving the store. She headed back home. Aeris was no where to be seen, though the letter she had left on the table was also absent, she assumed the rest. Retiring to her private quarters she removed an old set of grabs from the depths of her wardrobe; the vestments of an acolyte of the light. This will come in handy. She packed the robes into the travel pack she had already prepared for her trip to Dalaran. Taking a moment to consider her current dress, she decided to switch out the boots for something more suited to walking than riding. On her way out the door she collected some rations and paled them into a travel pack, including a number of diluted mana potions to help fight of the addiction. Before leaving, she wrote a short letter to his apprentices notifying them of her extended absence. And with that she headed out to the Palace at Silvermoon, to make use of the orb of translocation.

It took much of the mages will power to hold back her disgust as to her surrounds. Meridia hated the undead, and was in general displeased that her people maintained good relationships with them. After all it was these monstrosities that destroyed Silvermoon in the first place.

She quickly left the Undercity, heading north along the road to Brill. The glade was as disgusting as ever. The malign energies palpable in the air. This place has always been evil, even before Kel'Thuzad and the scourge. A palpable corruption that addles the mind. She walked quickly, planing on arriving a the air dock with haste.

After briefly inspecting the lounge, Meridia prepares a scroll, signing and sealing it before handing it to the goblin. "I believe the Silvermoon academy has an agreement with your lot. This scroll will authorise payment for my travel expenses as per the normal rate." The goblin nodded, I will need to save my gold for Kalimdor, where the academies influence does not reach.

She entered the lounge, and seeing nothing better to do, began to meditate. Clearing her mind of the temptation of mana.