"Roshanar... Roshanar, wake up." Roshanar grunted, his body protesting the sudden awakening. Opening his eyes slowly, he looked toward the source of the voice. "Siln.... ugh. What time is it?" The shaman smiled amusedly at the waking tauren, "The sun has been up for more than three hours, Roshanar. I don't recall you being so sluggish in the mornings." The warrior grunted again, propping his head up on one arm. He gave Siln a slight smile. "I never used to have reason to be. Some things change." "Ihoni?" Roshanar's eyes snapped open, and he sat up. "She left? What do you mean?" "For me? Why?"