Festive lights, decorated trees, oversized snow globes, and vendors being a little more persistent than they usually were, all signs that Winter Veil was quickly approaching. Amorthon fought back a tired sigh as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder and the hood on his head, carefully avoiding groups of festive merrymakers and shoppers as he made his way back to the Filthy Animal. It was just another day for him..had been for as long as he could recall.
Winter’s Veil held no special meaning to him, in previous years it had simply served to remind him of what he lacked. Had Savage not been injured, and the two not been forced to travel back to Dalaran, it was very likely that the ranger wouldn’t have recognized just how close the...