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Sprocketeer eyed the Draenei with mild interest as he relayed the message that was to be sent to any member of Conclave. It was odd that this early in the morning, the Shadowrunner was the only one who responded. She'd sort that out later though. Between whacks of the blacksmith hammer on the anvil and the low hiss of the forge as she smelted bars of obsidium.

Telikan took out a scroll from his parcel.
"To any member of the Conclave. My name is Garorn Loreseeker of the Loreseekers. We acknowledge Conclave as part of the Alliance and a partner in interests with ourselves. I bid two things, one an alliance to further discover the mysteries of Azeroth and beyond, and also to help the Loreseekers in our current project. We believe something of importance pertaining to Lordaeron or King Menethil lies hidden in the city of Stormwind. For obvious political reasons, we cannot step foot onto Alliance so, we bid help from the Conclave. -Garorn, Loremaster of the Loreseekers"

Telikan continued, "That is all the Tauren wrote."

Sprocketeer frowned slighlty, "A Mad Cow you say?"

Telikan nodded at Sprocketeer.

"I will pass this message on to Genevra, I'm sure she'll have something to say in response but I'm not exactly the loyal type nor the type to make decisions for the order. But I'll see that she gets the message."

The Courier from the AAMS added, "Garorn also sends his best wishes to the Alliance's wellfare as a man separated from Horde-Alliance conflict." before he bowed and departed.

Sprocketeer muttered, "Separate fromthe concflict... right. Bah, came all the way back to this stinkin town for that. Damned crazy cows and their ideas. She continued to ramble to herself gathering up her bolts and bars before pulling out a control for her coptor.

Despite the thoroughness of the letter conveyed by the AAMS Courier, the note that Sprocketeer sent to Genevra was surprisingly short.

"Genevra, some mad cow wants to talk to you about conspiracy theories. -- P.S.S. "

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It took Genevra another week to track down Sprocketeer and find out exactly what the message had been. She considered the prospect and the rumors that had reached her about the War Council meeting, and still she was plagued by that Forsaken.

Genevra pushed the thoughts out of her mind as she sought out Arietha Whitesong of the AAMS, having never used the courier service in the past but knowing many of them to be trustworthy.

The first message was simple, she wanted a meeting with Garorn to discuss the prospect of the alliance, the second however was more complicated. She considered the message, "I am not who you think I am, that person is long dead, by another's hand." Perhaps it would keep the Vile Forsaken away from the city, and help keep everyone safe.

Genevra looked sidelong at her companions, to Saavedro, Akinetia, Narnicka and Delylaa, doing what she could to hide her nervousness as the AAMS enclave and Garorn arrived. She had her reservations about the meeting and put it off for as long as she could. With the sickness that had spread through Stormwind and its outlying areas, she couldn't put these things off much longer.

All politeness and civility was observed throughout the meeting, but still there were questions, questions that required answers.

Genevra offered the treaty to the AAMS, who in turn offered it to Garorn, all the while the conversation continued. Genevra insisted that the allies be considered. And here is where they found themselves at an impass.

"They seek to preserve knowledge, just as we do, to ensure that we do not repeat the past that everyone so longs to escape."

Delylaa's voice came softly, " If they are who they appear to be, I do not believe they can be of any threat to us."

Lahkin offered, "We attack Horde sometimes...if they ally with the Terra, they have to understand that piece, too."

" That is a concern on both sides." Genevra offered.

"The lad has a point, Genevra. We can say "we will not attack yours if you do not attack ours," Saavedro interjected.

Delylaa offered, " A week from now, we will meet with details of our allies, and theirs, in the hope of finding common ground "

"But unless those allegiances are made obvious, instead of awash in a sea of Horde banners and tabards...how can we tell?" Came the deep voice of Saavedro.

Genevra nodded in agreement with Saavedro.

" And how can they tell, amidst our blue and gold?"

Lahkin shakes his head. "Just the Loreseekers...I can't promise no attacks against other people in the Horde."

Genevra spoke again, "Will you meet in one weeks time, to discuss the possibility ?"

Lahkin nods.

Genevra let out an audible sigh of relief, as the meeting concluded, her thoughts were racing. [/i]An alliance with Horde members? Would the others understand? Saavedro was right, we have never been one to force an edict upon our members, but it would be for mutual benefit.[/i]

The priestess reflected on the evening, it went well for the majority. There were no hostilities, neither were there harsh words. She worried for the week that would follow as she sought out the allies of Conclave, to pin down their position, to see where everyone stand.

Her eyes closed as she recalled the conversation, "It must be an alliance with our allies, lest injury cast the whole thing to waste." She reflected on these words in her Lakeshire home, biting her lower lip and wondering what the week would bring.

She would await word from her son and from the emissary to the other allies, but either way in a week, they would meet again.