Standing here on a cliff in Azshara watching the stars come out, I might feel some sense of peace.
Peace, I have concluded, is for men who are less busy than I. Men who could indeed simply stand with cloak flapping about their legs, watching the scudding clouds lit violet and cerulean against the velvet blue heavens.
Men who are not me.
I activated the stone, and in a swirl of green light, I found myself in the room for that purpose at the Hero's Welcome. The arrival room. As I pushed open the door, the gleam on the brass caught my eye and I inwardly sighed.