((Aww... make me wanna roll Alliance, won't you? I would, if I wasn't going to be 500 miles from home at that time... Grr a bit.

WARNING: This in-character post involves violence to murlocs, and the eating of murloc flesh.))

I'm halfway up the coast of Westfall when I notice a piece of paper fluttering in the sand. Smacking a murloc with the butt of my sword, I grab the paper and read the Common lettering.

"Ah... Alliance only. These Stormwinds, they can be so concieted," I mutter. Behind me, the murloc I knocked out begins to gurgle. It starts to stand, then falls back as Alenei shoots it from the top of the embankment. 

"You coming?" she yells.

"Yeah," I call back. I drop the paper back to the sand and scramble up the hill to my half-sister.

"What was that?" she asks, feeding a leg of meat that smells rather fishy to her tiger.

"Nothing," I say, already walking off. Alenei follows me into the sunset, her tiger trailing with his leg of fish/meat in his mouth.

"Is that murloc?" I ask as we walk away.

"Yeah, Saemér loves it. It's like salmon and pork and shrimp and, like, chicken, all put together. You want a bite?"

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It is a great sadness for me that I was not able to attend. I did so look forward to participating in this celebration.

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Castagir Jahan Azi Kharoush, son of the desert, brother to the wind

 We had a very good time, too!

*tosses a zeppelin*