The other one, obviously a younger and far more talented spellcaster¡­Varo¡¯then did not know what to make of him. He was not unlike a night elf¡­but was clearly not. He looked like no creature the veteran soldier had ever seen.  ¡°No matter. Lord Xavius will sort it all out,¡± Varo¡¯then buy cheap aion gold  murmured to himself. ¡°Even if he has to tear them limb from limb or flay them alive to get the truth¡­¡±  And whichever course the counselor took, good, loyal Captain Varo¡¯then would be there to lend his experienced hand.  SIX  It was a troubled Malfurion who returned to his home near the roaring falls just beyond the large night elven settlement of Suramar. He had chosen the site because of the tranquility and untransformed nature around the falls. Nowhere else did he feel so at peace, save perhaps in Cenarius¡¯s hidden grove.  A low-set, rounded domicile formed from both tree and earth, Malfurion¡¯s simple home was a far contrast from those of most night elves. Not for him was the gaudy array of colors that bespoke of his kind¡¯s tendency to try to out-shine one another. The colors of his home were those of earth and life, the forest greens, the rich, fertile browns, and aion gold kindred shades. He tried to adapt to his surroundings, not force them to adapt to him as was his people¡¯s way.  Yet nothing about his home gave Malfurion any sense of comfort this night. Still fiercely clear in his mind were the thoughts and images he had experienced while walking the Emerald Dream. They had opened up doors in his imagination he wished desperately to wow gold shut again, but knew would be impossible.  ¡°The visions you see in the Emerald Dream, they can mean many things,¡± Cenarius had insisted, ¡°no matter how true they might look. Even what we think is real¡ªsuch as your view of Zin-Azshari¡ªmay aion kina not be so, for the dreamland plays its own games on our limited minds¡­¡±  Malfurion knew that the demigod had only been trying to assuage him, that what the night elf saw had been truth. He understood that Cenarius was actually as concerned about the reckless spellcasting taking place in the palace of  aion gold Azshara as his student was.  The power that the Highborne had been summoning¡­what could it be for? Did they not sense how stressed the fabric of the world had grown near the Well? It was still unfathomable to him that the queen could condone such Metin2 yang  careless and possibly destructive work¡­and yet Malfurion could not shake the certainty that she was as much a part of it as any of her subordinates. Azshara was no simple figurehead; she truly ruled, even when it came to her arrogant Highborne