Even though he had spent a substantial amount of time exiled from his home city before the fall of the Grand Magistrix, Serazyth could always recall the shouts from the market, the polite conversation in passing and calming music at the plethora of parties those involved in upper society attended. Noise had never been uncommon but the cacophony of sound outside Suramar was something he still could not entirely adjust to. It was a jarring system shock walking the streets of the bright Sin’dorei streets or, even deeper into the unknown, standing in a bustling tavern in Tol Barad.
It felt so peculiar therefore, only a few days later, to be arranging the remodeling of a house within the confines of the port town to settle into. It...