A lazy breeze blew cold through the streets of Stormwind.
Taila squinted into the bright autumn sun. This was not how the trial was meant to end. Garrosh had escaped – with a bronze dragon, of all flights! – to Draenor. She sighed. Stormwind was buzzing with activity. The Dark Portal had turned red, and strange orcs poured out of it. The King had rallied the factions to venture through the new portal, and for the first time she wouldn’t be on the front lines.
She stretched her arms above her head and groaned, muttering to herself about the cold air.
“You sound like an old lady, Taila!” Taila recognized the heavy hoofsteps approaching. A tall, cloaked Draenei woman with brown hair and long, slanted horns strode down the cobbled street towards her carrying a small, bulging satchel.
Taila slowed to walk beside the Draenei. “If you had been assaulting Orgrimmar for the past year with nothing to show for it, you’d be showing your age too.” She slammed a fist into her palm. “I still can’t believe he escaped.” Kalamata nodded, “It was unexpected.”
As the two women walked through the smoky Dwarven District, blacksmith hammers on steel rang out in the chill morning air. Taila opened the door to The Golden Keg and motioned for Kalamata to enter. The paladin ducked her head and entered the tavern. Inside was brightly lit and patrons were bustling around. The smell of sausage and eggs wafted from the kitchen making Taila’s mouth water.
Kalamata set her satchel on a wooden table and waved to catch the attention of a red-haired Dwarven lady at the bar. She looked up and called, “Breakfast, ladies?” Kalamata called back, “Aye!” She settled herself into a chair and began rifling through her satchel.
Taila unbuttoned her cloak and folded it across the back of her chair. She sat across from Kalamata, who was busy pulling cheese and spiced bread out of her pack. “We are getting breakfast, you know.” Kalamata waved a hand dismissively, “Oh yes, but you can never have enough cheese.” Taila snorted with laughter, and the Dwarven lady from the bar appeared at their table to drop off two large, steaming plates of sausages and eggs. Both women were hungry and for a while the only sounds from the two were forks against plates.
“So,” Taila began, stabbing a sausage with her fork “Draenor?”
“Mhmm.” Kalamata mumbled through a mouth full of egg and swallowed hard. “I’ve heard the scouting reports.” She fell silent, pushing the last of her food around her plate. “I haven’t seen Draenor in a very long time. I never thought I would see it again.” She set her fork down and clenched her fists on the table. “So many lives were lost when we fled Shattrath, and if the Iron Horde is present that means we can change some of that loss. Friends and family… children. They can all live again.”
She got up, and began pacing. “I am ready, now. I can fight back this time.” She stopped at the window, looking outward. Taila walked over and put her hand on Kalamata’s shoulder. “I’ll be right behind you, friend. Whatever it takes.”