Jakk'ari

The modicum of levity he maintained while listening to Marion's night vanishes upon being prompted recount his own. He places a hand on his chest. All to resist the urge to palm his face and attempt to scrape the disappointment from tonight off of it.

I met several new contacts. A Bronzebeard scribe of Ironforge, a Darkspear majordomo of the Horde, and veteran Scarlet Crusader. I think you would have liked him. He replies attempting to impose some hope in spite of the gravity of tonight's events. Unfortunately they have receded back to their own circles upon news of the upcoming war.

He pauses as the argument next door reaches a crescendo, while muffled by fabric the passion beginning to override civility is unmistakable.

When the war begins in the Eastern Kingdoms the weapons and soldiers of the Horde and Alliance will follow. I don't know if that will impede or be a blessing to our mission in Kalimdor where our duties lie.