Wrathion arches an eyebrow as he glances sideways at Anduin, an expression that questions this choice of wording.
"Certainly the locals have a surprising amount of cheer," he notes. "Did you attend the festivities? The silvered tree, neatly decorated and available for sale?"
What a ghastly concept. He lifts one hand, makes a sweeping gesture with it.
"The spirit of this celebration is familiar to me, yet nobody I have encountered recalls it as I do."
Nobody knows it as Winter Veil, which means so far the two of them seem to be the only ones from Azeroth.
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Wrathion arches an eyebrow as he glances sideways at Anduin, an expression that questions this choice of wording.
"Certainly the locals have a surprising amount of cheer," he notes. "Did you attend the festivities? The silvered tree, neatly decorated and available for sale?"
What a ghastly concept. He lifts one hand, makes a sweeping gesture with it.
"The spirit of this celebration is familiar to me, yet nobody I have encountered recalls it as I do."
Nobody knows it as Winter Veil, which means so far the two of them seem to be the only ones from Azeroth.