May 24, 2019
Situational Awareness (or the Lack Thereof)
Two of Field Marshal Integra’s finest idled their treadblades on a low precipice overlooking Arom’s Crossing. One was a void elf, clad in black plate mail with two frost-enchanted elven runeblades slung over his shoulders. The other was a stout, fire-bearded Dark Iron dwarf with a beast of a hammer at his disposal. Around them were strewn the corpses of half the half-dozen enemy soldiers that had coincidentally passed into the killing field below. As they watched, sipping from their canteens in the morning sun, their fellow Alliance warriors were cleaning up the Azerite-infused elementals unopposed.
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