It was another one of those late nights. You know the type, thinking in your head that you've got a few more minutes to spare to help out some poor sap, where the pile of burned wood and canvas can't be as big as it first seems. So you prop up your axe, strap some of that steel and leather to your wolf and tell it to head off away from the half standing building and get some rest. C'mon, you know, one of those kinds of nights. No, not those living dead, but the ones that the Lich King and his minion controlled. You just can't make this shit up.