The sky made for a very good vantage point. Being as high up as she was, Miadra could truly see the bold contrast that had recently come to Desolace. The Cenarion Wildlands, a green paradise that she had played her part in helping to blossom, rested magnificently in the centre of the region, but surrounding that hopeful sight was a dry swamp of bleak, joyless ground. 'Ah, greetings Miadra,' said the Tauren of the duo, dressed in what appeared to be a robe of grey soil. Daus huffed. Presumably he had expected this to happen. 'We agreed that we always would, yes.'