The air was dry today in the Valley of Honor.
A light gust of wind carried a small whirl of dust along the path leading to the last guard tower.
Sitting on the bank near the waters edge, Drunhilde continued to fish. The open pack beside her was on the verge of overflowing again. Drunhilde spent most of her days like this as of late. Visiting now and again with friends. Even taking the occasional trip to Dalaran to make armor for those who needed it.
Though Dru had never had anyone be cross with her about being there, the guards still would not allow her to use their forge, or have use of their taverns.
She didn't mind the mistrust; as the people of Orgrimmar still seemed nice to her. And with several incidents leading towards her moving there, she hadn't regretted it yet.
If only she could learn more of the horde language! It seemed like the only ones to talk with her were the same goblins that catered to Azeroth's holidays.
It was on this particular day that the goblin from winter's veil, Guchie Jinglepocket stopped by Dru's fishing spot to tell her about Theramore. On hearing the news, she thought maybe Guchie heard wrong? But, when are the goblins from smokywood pastures ever wrong?
Dru's dark sapphire blue eyes started leaking with tears. 'Is Jaina alive? And all those people suddenly gone.. never to be..'
As Dru wiped at her tears, she found herself alone once more. Guchie Jinglepocket had beat a hasty retreat from the crying dwarf.
A light gust of wind carried a small whirl of dust along the path leading to the last guard tower.
Sitting on the bank near the waters edge, Drunhilde continued to fish. The open pack beside her was on the verge of overflowing again. Drunhilde spent most of her days like this as of late. Visiting now and again with friends. Even taking the occasional trip to Dalaran to make armor for those who needed it.
Though Dru had never had anyone be cross with her about being there, the guards still would not allow her to use their forge, or have use of their taverns.
She didn't mind the mistrust; as the people of Orgrimmar still seemed nice to her. And with several incidents leading towards her moving there, she hadn't regretted it yet.
If only she could learn more of the horde language! It seemed like the only ones to talk with her were the same goblins that catered to Azeroth's holidays.
It was on this particular day that the goblin from winter's veil, Guchie Jinglepocket stopped by Dru's fishing spot to tell her about Theramore. On hearing the news, she thought maybe Guchie heard wrong? But, when are the goblins from smokywood pastures ever wrong?
Dru's dark sapphire blue eyes started leaking with tears. 'Is Jaina alive? And all those people suddenly gone.. never to be..'
As Dru wiped at her tears, she found herself alone once more. Guchie Jinglepocket had beat a hasty retreat from the crying dwarf.