Speak the devil’s name
Ugh. Okay, I can tell that THIS headache is gonna stick with me for a while. Something told me I shouldn’t have had that third pitcher of I Know My Redeemer Liveth…
So, yeah, let’s try this again.
Short version, ’cause who needs to go through all that again — we left Mokvar at the Tavern of the Mists to do his thing and get rolling on his sha research, and then Gurtash and I flew up to Tian Monastery with Zhi-Zhi to collect Elder Cloudfall and bring him back to the base, and then we got there and everything is kind of a big blur from that point, and next thing I knew it was two days later and holy shit I know I say this a lot but seriously, people, literally HEAD fucking HURTS.
So that was a thing.
Anyhow, other than the part where I’ve swallowed my weight in aspirin the last 24 hours, everything is back under control now. Cloudfall’s come back to Domination Point with us, and we’ll be getting back to some overdue business in short order. Meanwhile, since things were all hectic around here the LAST time Old Man Furball came to call, I’ve been showing him around the place and introducing him to some of the major players he hasn’t met yet. Which, come to think of it, WOULD include Mokvar, seeing as he was off doing his own thing the last time Cloudfall was around, but now he’s off doing his own (different) thing AGAIN, so so much for that. And, of course, since Mokvar isn’t on hand for a few days, that means I’ve got Gurtash picking up the slack for me…
[Okay, I said I was taking a few weeks off starting in June, but I ended up needing a little longer than I’d planned to finish up a few final posts before that. One more installment to go, then a few weeks’ blogging break. Stay tuned!]
I always wondered if his scarf is concealing his personal food stock like some sort of hay bag. I mean, it would make sense for a Pandaren, wouldn’t it?
Yeah, but he makes too many speeches to have food right there next to his mouth all the time.
The facepalm just says it all…
Huh. For a moment dere I thought dose two were opposin’ sport fans.
Ah, Taran Zhu. He should drop round Hearthglen sometime, especially if his favorite genre of conversation is philosophy.
I’m not sure why, but for some reason I’m finding myself pondering the fact that Taran Zhu and Tirion have never been seen in the same place at the same time…
Dear Warchief . . . Why must you add fuel to my nightmares? Why? (Besides, the only way that could conceivably work is via . . . . time travel.)
That is what I do, Sintra. I fuel nightmares.
Doesn’t this Taran Zhu guy have a real job? He sure seems to have loads of time to lecture random strangers.
I’m pretty sure lecturing random strangers IS his real job…