The large hall, dug out from stone and reinforced with steel, looked very different from its normal status as a construction bay. Machinery replaced by granite benches, and industrial lighting replaced by great braziers and glorious banners hanging on the wall, and a great orange carpet forming a walkway leading to an old, scorched altar.
The Swamp of Sorrows was eerily quiet, which was putting the Horde convoy on edge as their wagon moved along the road having left Bog Paddle earlier in the day heading towards Stonard with supplies destined for Vol’jin’s forces that were helping to hold back the Iron Horde. Not only was the wagon weighted down with equipment but so was the Kodo that pulled it. Convoy guards flanked both sides of the wagon their gaze scanning the road and the swamp.
((With Drogar Co-writing.))
“How many more times must we have these little talks?” Other Nira asked while crossing her arms and looking over at Vasily who sat calmly with that ever present friendly smile as his own eyes regarded her.
“As many that are necessary of course,” Vasily was rather cheery in his response, “You do seem to be making some progress, at least on the surface.”
“You already know I’m not going to turn around and declare my love for the Orcs Vasily,” She kept her arms crossed while putting on an aura of calm indifference to the priest. However her posture was rather tense giving clear indication that she was not nearly as collected as she tried to put forth.