Karaelia caught a kite out to the Shado-Pan Garrison, then took the portal to the Isle of Thunder. She found Magister Hathorel discussing a long-term plan for continuing surveillance and suppression of the Mogu and Zandalari Trolls with Regent-Lord Theron, his other advisors, and the Shado-Pan liason, Taoshi. While she waited for the meeting to finish, she occupied herself with the mopping-up effort at the Court of Bones. When she returned to Sunreaver Promontory, Magister Hathorel was available to speak with her. She showed him the hilt and explained that Alexstraza had suggested that she ask him about the whereabouts of a book about the prismatic blades.
“Ah, that was wise of our dear Dragon Queen,” said Hathorel. “Without that book from Krasus, we stand little chance of solving the mystery of this sword or unlocking its power. Unfortunately, last I knew, the book you seek was in the posession of the Silver Covenant,” he sneered, “a fellow by the name of Arcanist Tybalin.”
Hathorel paused for a moment, then continued, looking thoughtful. “What we need is a way to get you into the Silver Enclave… Ah — ” he held up a finger — “I know what you’re thinking. How can you get into the Silver Enclave if you can’t even get into the city? Fortuitously, the solution to the one problem is also the solution to the other. After Lady Proudmoore had her tantrum, there were many citizens of Dalaran who felt uncomfortable with her actions. The most disaffected among them moved out of Dalaran proper and set up an expatriate community in the Kaldorei ruins at Violet Stand, down in Crystalsong Forest.
“One of those who left was the laundryman, Shandy Glossgleam. I’ve helped him serveral times in the past, and he owes me a few favors. He still handles laundry for a wide variety of people in the city, so I suspect that if you visit him at his new establishment, he might find a way to ‘lend’ you a Silver Convenant tabard for a while. Bring it to me, and I will imbue it with an illusion that will take care of the rest.”
Karaelia was neither surprised nor offended when Mr Glossgleam asked her to help him with his current load of laundry in exchange for the loan of the tabard.
Magister Hathorel met her at one of the taverns in “Little Dalaran”.
Hathorel cast a spell on the tabard, then instructed her to put it on, saying, “This enchantment should allow you to slip past the Silver Enclave’s defenses for a short period of time. You should have just enough time to find your way up to the top level of the Silver Enclave and meet with Arcanist Tybalin in his study there, convince him to give you the book, and return to me, here, before it expires.”
Karaelia hadn’t been quite sure what she’d say to Arcanist Tybalin, but when she found him, he seemed to be expecting her… or at least the Silver Covenant messenger whose appearance Hathorel had given her.
“There you are!” Tybalin greeted her, sounding relieved. “I was beginning to think the Sunreavers had intercepted you.”
Karaelia startled, unable to suppress her astonishment.
“Oh,” the Arcanist said, “no-one told you what this urgent assignment was? I’m so sorry. I’ve received word that the Sunreavers have finally gotten a lead on that mysterious object embedded in the ice up by the Tournament grounds — and by following their activities since then, I think I know exactly what that lead is! Many years ago, Krasus entrusted me with one of the last remaining copies of Ancient Dragonforged Blades. Why didn’t I realize that this book could have been related to that mystery sooner? But no matter, here is the book. You must ensure it gets to Caladis Brightspear in Icecrown before the Sunreavers realize what is happening! Travel quickly! The Sunreavers will not waste any time once they realize we have the information they seek.”
Indeed, Karelia thought, doing her best to keep her thoughts from showing on her face, the Sunreavers are two steps ahead of you in this game.
Karelia could feel the enchantment on the tabard beginning to fray as she hurried to the teleport crystal that would take her back down to Little Dalaran. It was still holding, but just barely, when she returned to the tavern.
“We must get this book to Myralion Sunblaze,” said Hathorel. “Will you bring it to him?”
Karaelia assured him that she would and thanked him for his assistance.
“A pleasure,” Hathorel responded, bowing in that Sin’dorei mannerism that Karaelia was never sure whether to interpret as sincere or ironic. “Especially if it helps to keep a powerful artifact out of the hands of the Silver Covenant. Speaking of which, now I must return to my duties keeping the Silver Covenant at bay on the Isle of Thunder…” He incanted a teleportation spell and vanished.