The trek from Nagrand to Shattrath took an absurd amount of time, given the circumstances. The Kor’kron let out a sigh of relief after several long hours of riding, gazing upwards at the large, circular sanctuary filled with a wide variety of outcasts and refugees. As he entered one of the city’s gates, the peacekeepers saluted, and the orc saluted back in respect. “I’ve been following you since your departure from Shadowmoon.” Solemnly, the dragon shook his head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t have gotten to you sooner. Your loss is disheartening.” “May I ask where you buried your wyvern?”