Nirahsa was not happy, no she was not happy at all at the moment. The draenic shaman paced back and forth along the wooden pandaren dock. She was wearing her normal armor, adorned with many mechanical gadget that aided her in different ways. A soft crackle could be heard behind her, coming from a device strapped to her back but in front of her shield which was secured there as well.
Dolraan was seventeen feet up a fifty foot cliff, strategizing his next move as he carefully pounded a piton into the cliffside. The shadow of one of the various clouds passed over him, and the slight breeze carried the scent of the forest below to him, as he checked around for a good path to continue his ascent. As he did, another, more persistant shadow fell across his face.
"Unca Dolly, why's you takin' so long?"
Quick question: Who hasn't gotten at least one heirloom?
Update: Roster posted, more heals needed, otherwise I'm going to have to dust off Dolraan's holy set and that will be "interesting".
I stared back at the other me for a moment dumbfounded, and she just waited patiently for me to find my voice again, I swallowed hard looking back at her smiling face. Trying to make sense of it all especially with how this didn’t feel like a dream at all.
“T-talk? Why? Who are you?” I stammered out before drawing in a breath.