She quirked a brow at his comment about her eyes, but shrugged, still smiling. This wasn't so bad, at least. So long as it was mostly talking, and no one actually expected her to go on a date...
"Silvermoon? It was nicer before the war, but I suppose that's to be expected, eh?" Liadrin shrugged at that. "Lots of greenery and sculptures. Wide arches, cobblestoned streets. It's supposed to give a sense of openness, I expect. The smaller countryside villages, most of them echo its architecture, where and when they can. Pretty, save for where the Dead Scar lies. That is where the Death Knight, Arthas Menethil, drove his undead horde through our lands, and to the Sunwell."
If her eyes were a little distant, now, well. The memories weren't incredibly pleasant, but he couldn't be blamed for that. It had been a perfectly innocent question...
"So, if you're a native, or close enough, what can you tell me about...all this?" the elf asked, spreading her hands to take in their surroundings. "I am curious, but I'm not particularly sure where to start."
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"Silvermoon? It was nicer before the war, but I suppose that's to be expected, eh?" Liadrin shrugged at that. "Lots of greenery and sculptures. Wide arches, cobblestoned streets. It's supposed to give a sense of openness, I expect. The smaller countryside villages, most of them echo its architecture, where and when they can. Pretty, save for where the Dead Scar lies. That is where the Death Knight, Arthas Menethil, drove his undead horde through our lands, and to the Sunwell."
If her eyes were a little distant, now, well. The memories weren't incredibly pleasant, but he couldn't be blamed for that. It had been a perfectly innocent question...
"So, if you're a native, or close enough, what can you tell me about...all this?" the elf asked, spreading her hands to take in their surroundings. "I am curious, but I'm not particularly sure where to start."