Summary:
The rescue of an orcish commander by a night elf sentinel enables the only sort of peace possible between those two peoples: unity against a common foe.
As Gribniz and Whizzle work on unloading the airship, the rest of the adventurers step out, to be greeted by a burly orc. His eyes move over the group, and then widen as they come to rest on the night elf. "We weren't expecting the Sentinel emissary to come by airship," he says, gruffly. "What is this?"
"Life is fluid, change is inevitable," answers Saeren. "We're lucky we're here at all." She meets the eyes of the orc evenly.