Hello, Queue! I am indeed here at the precise right time and place because I am always here at the precise right time and place.
After a great deal of work dying and trying to find the entrance to Azshara’s Eternal Palace, and escaped the horrors of Nazjatar to venture inside, where it was also horrible.
Every week I have the grand plan to finish the Queue in the evening and go to bed at a reasonable hour, and every Queue I fail.
I don’t recall surfing being this cold, but Azeroth is a strange place sometimes.
This is the sweetest story in Battle for Azreoth and you can’t convince me otherwise.