Harrigan found himself, for the first time in his adult life, unable to just grab his gear and be ready to ship out in five minutes.
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Rhiswyn dropped the orc disguise as the rolling hills dipped and curved, hiding her from the village’s sights. Yshul should have been waiting in a small copse of trees that reminded her of evergreens, when the path began to wend its way upwards again.
Felhounds were waiting instead. Three of the magic-eating monsters rushed the priest, the surprise paralyzing her for a moment.
Nirahsa sighed to herself as she walked along, still looking rather gloomy. Head hung low as the draenei wandered about the garrison. Her hooves idly kicking at rocks as she went along, thoughts still dwelling on Risha even after her and daci had talked.
“Why doesn’t Daci understand that I shouldn’t of built Risha.” Her voice a low mutter.
Another set of hooves was suddenly walking beside her, yellow glowing eyes looking Nira over with a frown.
NIrahsa stared down at her mug as she sat in the small inn. Her tail swung back and forth slowly even as the bustle of soldiers and workers taking some R&R happened around her. For the first time she could recall she was questioning something she’d built, a frown upon her lips as her mind worked. That mug of mead before her was completely untouched.