In Tyrande’s limited experience, she didn’t meet many people outside the night elves, but they laughed at her race for being tacky and said to her that they were simply color blind. In fact, her taste was conservative. Although not as conservative as Malfurion, she felt that the night elves were more colorful.
In the middle of the square, a group of elves gathered there. Most of them gestured and pointed, either swearing or satirizing. Tyrande was curious and wanted to find out.
At first, the onlookers didn’t notice her. It seemed that what they were watching must be very strange. Later, she patted the elf on the shoulder beside her and she was immediately recognized. So the elf made way and she walked into the crowd.
A cage is a little shorter than her, and it is made of strong iron bars. It seems that there is a wild animal in it, which makes the cage rattle because of his strength, and sometimes growls like an animal and watches the elves talk about it.
Those elves in front of her refused to move any more, and people were filming them, but she was still curious to see through the cracks.
She gasped heavily.
What is this? Tyrande blurted out
No one knew that a sentry on duty was around. He wore a breastplate robe of Surama City, and it took the moon guard three magic times to get him here.
Tyrande looked around happily looking for a wizard in a green hooded robe, but he couldn’t find it. It is likely that they put a spell on the cage and left the beast to the guards to discuss what to do with him.
What is in the cage?
It’s definitely not a dwarf, although she just thought so, because even if he is straight, he is almost a foot shorter than the night elf, but his body is almost twice as wide. Obviously, this beast is stronger than Tyrande, and he has never seen such a strong beast. It’s strange that cage magic should let this beast stay inside.
Suddenly, a bystander poked a golden stick at the motionless beast, causing another commotion, but the night elf never regained the stick from the beast’s strong strength. When the beast was angry, his face twisted. If his wrists, ankles and head and neck were not tied with chains, he would have broken the fence. These chains made him unable to move, and even if he was strong, he could not hold the fence.
Tyrande suddenly felt pity. Both Ai Luen and Cenarius taught her to respect life. Although this beast looks like a devil at first glance, the green monster is dressed in basic clothes, which is not to mention that he is at least intelligent. Now it is not a good thing to be played like an animal.
He should have eaten something in the two brown bowls in front of the beast, but Tyrande, a big one, thought he must not be full. She turned to the sentry and said to give him more water to eat.
I’m afraid I can’t do what they didn’t order, replied the sentry, but his eyes were still fixed on the crowd
Do you still need their orders?
The sentry shrugged and said that they haven’t decided what to do with him yet. They may feel that they won’t give him food or water anymore.
The sentry rejected her, but the elf’s sense of night justice is not easily shaken.
Are you going to stop me if I bring food and drink?
At this time, the sentry looks more difficult. You really don’t want to do this. The beast may bite off your hand and swallow it instead of eating the food you gave him. You’d better go.
I’m going to have a try.
Before he could persuade her, Tyrande had turned and left. She went straight to the nearest food stall and bought a pot of water and a bowl of soup. The animals in the cage seemed to eat meat, and specially bought some fresh meat for him. The vendor refused to give her money. Tyrande gave him some blessings and thanked him for coming back to the square.
When Tyrande returned to the square, most of the crowd had been evacuated, so that she could get closer to the beast. The beast glanced at her and another spectator came until he saw Tyrande holding something in his hand.
He tried to sit up with thick eyebrows and deep eyes, keeping a close eye on her. Tyrande guessed that he was in his fifties, and his hair was gray and his rough face was already full of vicissitudes of life.
If Tyrande was asked to get closer to the beast, he could reach out and get the food. At this moment, she hesitated. In case he wanted to hurt him, the sentry would definitely pierce the beast with his sharp spear. It was a great irony that she tried to save him and ended up sending him to the wall.
Tyrande approached the cage carefully and knelt down and asked, Do you understand what I said?
The beast grunted and nodded.
I brought you something. She brought the soup first.
His eyes were alert and he kept a close eye on this bowl of soup. Tyrande could see that he suspected that he glanced at the soldier’s direction, clenched his right hand for a while and opened it again.
He slowly stretched out his hand and Tyrande realized that these hands were so big and thick that he could hold her hands and frighten her to almost retract her hands.
And the beast gently took the bowl from Tyrande and put it in front of him, looking at her with eyes full of expectation.
Tyrande smiled, but the beast looked on her face, and then she relaxed a lot and handed over the meat and water.
The beast put three things in place before eating. He drank a bowl of soup from his jaw and then ate the meat. The serrated teeth did not hesitate to tear up the raw meat, but Tyrande didn’t mind his voracious eating. She was in this situation and probably not much better than him.