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[ladymoon]

[Sylvanas is not nearly as friendly or amicable as her other Azerothian 'peers.' Considering Anduin has already asked many of the more important questions, there's no reason for her to repeat them. Especially not when he and Wrathion have both been so very willing to share.]

As it seems many of you have made yourselves comfortable here for extended stay, I assume you possess familiarity with the area.

I seek an archery range. Direct me to it.
I do not need a bow. I have my own.

I am also in search of confirmation of the library location and a detailed description of its contents.

[And while there's more she'd like to ask, she's simply not ready to. Yet.]

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[wearingguess]

I am very pleased to hear it! By the way, I stand by the snack recommendations 100 percent, but there are new shops opening all the time, so I encourage you to experiment widely to discover your own favorites. Also, they are quite strict about bringing refreshments into the Lunar Scientia library, but in my experience they will overlook it at many of the others as long as you are discreet.

[ladymoon]

I had no intentions of bringing such things into the library. A library is for reading, not for feeding.

[But to be fair...

Sylvanas in death, does not need to eat. Or drink. Or breathe. She can, yet it is not required.]

[wearingguess]

You even had a rhyming couplet ready!! I am impressed. Are you a librarian?

[ladymoon]

No.

I am Forsaken.

[...How many times has she said that by this point? It certainly feels as if she's said it quite a lot.]

[wearingguess]

You are

forbidden from practicing library science?

[ it's a bit of a leap in logic, but... well, he can't parse what else she might have meant by that response. (she was betrayed and cast out by the library of her homeworld? ...or maybe she's changing the subject, and her name is "Forsaken"?? ]

[ladymoon]

You asked if I was a librarian. I have answered you.
I am not. I am Forsaken.

That is what I am.

[No one ever understands it the first time she says it. Or likely even the third. And Sylvanas has little interest in explaining.]

[wearingguess]

I suppose I cannot quite understand why being Forsaken precludes being a librarian.
But then, I also have no idea what you mean to convey by telling me you are Forsaken.

[ladymoon]

[This is going in circles and Sylvanas has no time for games.]

Disregard it. I am not a librarian. I have no interest in becoming such a thing. I am the Warchief of the Horde.

My interest in the library and its records is information only.

[wearingguess]

Now I am closer to understanding! It makes perfect sense that the Warchief of the Horde would not spend her time managing a library. The meaning of "Forsaken" still eludes me entirely, but I suppose it is the kind of thing that is intended to remain opaque to outsiders?

[ladymoon]

The Forsaken are my people. I am Forsaken. They are Forsake. We. Are Forsaken.

[Nothing opaque about that, right?]

[wearingguess]

Oh!

Now I see.
Yes, I do see.

So
Who forsook you?

[ladymoon]

It is only a name representative of life, which abandoned us. We reclaimed it in our way.

[wearingguess]

Life abandoned you? What do you mean?

[ladymoon]

We are both dead and alive. Somewhere in between two extremes.

[wearingguess]

How unusual!
What kind of vital functions do you have? Are you related to vampire?