It was a quiet morning in Theramore and the sun was just barely coming up over the buildings and houses. The soldiers were beginning to start their training for the day, their quiet chatter the only sound in the town as Kiah walked towards the dock. As she began up towards the landing she spotted a lone man, waiting for the boat to Menethil. Kiah slowed her steps, canting her head to the side to study the man. A monstrous axe hung from his back, red-brown hair was mess, and his large frame forced him to continually shift his battle built weight. Even from behind, Kiah instantly recognized the man and grinned, mentally patting herself on the back for stumbling upon him so quickly. She hadn’t actively been searching for him but had been planning to go look for him soon. Stumbling upon him wa