"I want something else."
The words hung in the air like smoke. Thick and suffocating.
Confusion rippled across the chamber. Draelor's expression remained unreadable, but his fingers stilled on the armrest.
Vaedon's eyes narrowed slightly, he couldn't predict what was going to happen next. This was the unknown variable that annoyed him.
Auryn stood at the epicenter of it all. Cool as Ice. he cleared his throat, taking short steps forward with each one causing his cloak to billow.
He walked to an angle where the complete attention of the chamber had no choice but to be pulled his way.
The elders shifted in seats as Vaedon's fingers resumed their rhythm, raged in confusion.
Auryn was the eye of the storm he'd created. And he'd only just begun. His lips parted slowly.
"I want six things," His voice steady even as he raised his right hand in a gesture that showed he was in control of this situation now.
