[He finds a black shirt and puts that over an arm, looking at a blue shirt next.]
I am from Lordaeron...a kingdom to the north of the Eastern Kingdoms...it's not really there, anymore.
[Home. He had gone back to Tirisfal, to the now-haunted woods. Woods plagues with the ghosts of the dead. His people, his countrymen, now dead, and many of them at his hands.
He had gone home, to a small farm, now decaying and rotting in the glades outside of the kingdom proper. He had known, then, as much as he knew, now, that there was no home for him to return to.
Even Stormwind, where his sister now lived, was a far cry from anything like home. He lived on the road, largely, making camp where he could, trying to find a place to belong in the world of the living.
And often coming up a bit short.
He frowned slightly, pulling at the blue shirt and putting that over his arm, as well. It would do.]
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[He finds a black shirt and puts that over an arm, looking at a blue shirt next.]
I am from Lordaeron...a kingdom to the north of the Eastern Kingdoms...it's not really there, anymore.
[Home. He had gone back to Tirisfal, to the now-haunted woods. Woods plagues with the ghosts of the dead. His people, his countrymen, now dead, and many of them at his hands.
He had gone home, to a small farm, now decaying and rotting in the glades outside of the kingdom proper. He had known, then, as much as he knew, now, that there was no home for him to return to.
Even Stormwind, where his sister now lived, was a far cry from anything like home. He lived on the road, largely, making camp where he could, trying to find a place to belong in the world of the living.
And often coming up a bit short.
He frowned slightly, pulling at the blue shirt and putting that over his arm, as well. It would do.]