Whisper’s Promise - Prologue
He was so tired of that ugly, broken green orb that hovered in the sky.
‘You don’t have to go, Arvad,’ Whisper signed insistently, a heavy frown on his face as he watched the Rangari’s.
“I know I don’t have to– you’ve said it a thousand times. It’s not about whether I have to; I want to.”
‘You don’t want to. I know you don’t. You just don’t want to let me go by myself.’
Arvad scowled slightly; the Kaldorei wasn’t wrong, and he hated being so blatantly called out like that. He sighed heavily, the breath laced with a note of severe exasperation. “Please don’t make me have this discussion again, Sarindell. If you go, I go. That’s that.”
And so they went, regardless of the reluctance the Draenei so poorly concealed.
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