Wrathion And Anduin Have Not Gotten To Sit In A Tree Yet
Five years have passed since the mortal races sorta-kinda joined forces, or at least didn’t directly attack each other, to defeat the forces of Death. Now, the drums of going someplace that isn’t here thunder once again, and to that end, Grand High Poobah of the Alliance Turalyon and Smouldering Intensity Dragon Wrathion have decided to fix me up on a date with a Dwarf Mohawk.
Okay, you win, Dragonflight.
This is the Queue. Let’s go kill a bunch of elementals for catch up gear and then get on a boat and go someplace that isn’t here.