The clopping of hooves approached the guild at a mere five minutes prior the set rendezvous time. Azerus reaches down a helping hand to Moeasha from atop a brilliant white lean stallion.
He seemed unimpressed with the fine horse.
[i]"You don't mind riding through the night?"[/i] he asks.
As always his questions didn't seem much like questions at all.
[i]"We have quite the distance to cover."[/i]