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Illidan picked Sarah up, cradling her to his chest. To all assembled he spoke, "We go to Suramar, there we will bring an end to the Legion." Glancing down at the body of the young w...
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It was early, the sun having just breached the horizon and casting its pure white rays over the sea. Silvery sparkles rolled in on the tide, rippling their way to Stormwind harbour as the sleeping city slowly began to stir.
Khadgar stretched lazily as the morning light filtered through a gap in the curtains. He rubbed the heels of his palms over his eyes, and carefully removed some sleep matter from their corners. He lifted his head from the pillows but promptly fell back into them, groaning.
Looked like today was going to be a little fragile after his over-indulgence of ale the night before. Should have known better, he muttered to himself. It was a well-known fact that if you drank with the Draenei it was at your peril. Although he had no evidence, he suspected his friend had the barmaid lace his drink. Khadgar, trying to be sensible and remain relatively sober, had refused the occasional refill. But as it turned out, there were gaps in his memory. He couldn't actually remember coming to bed. It had been just as well he had the foresight to book a room at the Golden Keg. At least he did not have far to stagger.
As he sat up, he groaned again. After a moment or two, he pulled back the covers and slid his legs over the edge of the bed. Bracing himself for a few seconds, he used his hands to push himself upright. The room swam but he continued taking deep breaths and eventually, everything settled.
A slight crick in his neck made him flinch, so he swivelled his head a few times, hearing the popping of taut muscles as they pinged back into place. He strolled over to the basin and pitcher on the sideboard where he poured cool water and splashed it vigorously over his face and neck. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he groaned. To say he looked rough was an understatement.
He would need to rein in such outings with his friend Ocel. Khadgar became the Leader of the Kirin Tor when Jaina shed the mantle following a difference of opinion. With the position came more responsibility. He could not afford to let his friend distract him from his work, even though it was fun at the time.
His aching head was only marginally better by the time he finished washing and drying himself. He combed his fingers through his hair, leaving it in its now customary tousled style. Hmm, needing another trim, he thought as he looked closer in the mirror. A good shave won't go amiss either. It was decided. After breakfast, he would pop down to the Stormwind Barber.
His clothes lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Sighing loudly, he reprimanded himself and vowed he would try and be a little tidier in future. He pulled on his britches and shirt, then shrugged on his tunic. Fastening the belt, he glanced out the gap in the curtains.
He stepped forward and after sweeping the drapes aside, pushed the window open. A soft breeze rushed in to greet him, ruffling the hair at his temples. Breathing in he could smell a hint of the sea over the fresh dew-filled meadows to the east of the quarter. The sun now caressed the buildings and swept inwards toward the city centre.
