South of Northrend a storm loomed on the horizon.

Jarrick’s gaze set steady upon the dark horizon, knowing well what the storm brought.  The night would be cold, dark, and unforgiving.  As he studied the storm, his mind wandered.

Thoughts of Draenor, Gul’dan, Sielic, their other wordly visitors, and the memory of Sarah sat heavy in his mind.  His mind retraced these thoughts for a long while.

In due time he shifted, resting his forearm on the hilt of his blade  He took a long, deep breath of the frigid northern air and closed his eyes as he soaked up the last of the northern sunlight before the storm hit.

He exhaled before turning step and heading towards the Keep once more.

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