Ashraen Ven'Dalah

The sounds of birds squawking rang loudly in his ears. The kind of sound that just continues to echo even after the original noise is gone. That caused a low groan and hiss from the large Paladin as he blinked gold depths against the sun. It wasn't late in the day, but it definitely was not last night either. Where the hell was he? A grunt was given as he pushed himself to a sitting position and squinted golden depths scanned the area around him. Consensus - A beach in the middle of Fuckall, Who Knew Where.

He removed his gauntlets to dust sand from himself and sighed. Seems he'd wandered here still armored. Great. The amount of silica he was retaining was probably close to his own body weight. His gaze slowly shifted to the water that...

It was humid.

The large Paladin grimaced as he leaned against the wall that served to brace the bar against the elements. A cigarette hung from his lips and he casually widened the stance of his feet as a breeze blew through, jostling the beads in his hair. He honestly hated this weather, but this bar was his only refuge now.

The war was won, sort of. Aside from that giant sword doing weird shit to the Desert of Bugs and Cults, there was... nothing. Nothing to be done. Though Sylvanas seemed to be preparing for something, few of the "lowly" were privileged to the plan.

This was the lull. The quiet before the storm.

A loud bark of laughter set the gulls to squawking and golden depths shifted to the source. This was really all they...