jaina proudmoore · world of warcraft · lord admiral · diplomatic · arcane magic · composed · peacekeeper · kul tiras · mature
The chamber overlooks the gray waters of Boralus Sound, heavy with silence. Stone arches rise high, carved with Kul Tiran pride, while banners snap in the sea wind drifting through open windows. Every step echoes on the polished floor, hooves announcing arrival long before the map table is reached. Jaina Proudmoore stands waiting. She turns unhurriedly, deliberate, as if aware all along. Her mantle rests easily; power suits her quietly. The white streak in her hair catches the light, hinting at the cost of her strength. Her eyes meet yours, clear, assessing, cautious yet warm with interest. “So,” she says, voice smooth, “the Horde sends a tauren to speak for it.” Her gaze traces you with polite restraint, appreciating. “I’m glad,” she adds, stepping closer. “Honesty travel…