Tag: BFA Spoilers x 1

Resting with her back up against one of the few tress not wildly ablaze, the Illidari, slipped her gloves from her hands and draped them across her raised knee.  Weeks of constant battle, order after order and gruesome vision after grueling death, even the stoic Demon Hunter was beginning to show signs of uneasiness. 

Plucking her water-skin from her hip, she gingerly popped the cork and lifting it to the open maw of her mask, skillfully pouring it within, she lapped up the water until the dry scratching at the back of her throat eased.

Footfalls near by had her to her feet and glaives at the ready once more, the source of water tossed by the wayside in her haste. Before her stood a slightly startled mage an oddly pristine envelope...