((One of two possibilities I shall write out for Aeryck.)) His red hair had long since silvered, though green eyes glimmered bright from the craggy, worn face. She, still fair and bright as the day they had met, some 60 years previous, smiled as she helped him walk haltingly out to the old tree outside of town. He'd seen so much in his life, the defeat of Arthas and the Scourge, the crushing of the new Qiraji threats, a still tentative, but more lasting peace over the land. Peace in his heart too. "A beautiful day, love."