Bobaloo sits on one of the walls overlooking the bay of Stormwind Harbor. He sighs, , the night air blowing through his hair, pulling his ponytail gently. An old, beaten book lies in his lap. He opens it up, and pulls out a writing utensil. He begins writing in delicate cursive.
I felt something today, when Zaanthe died. I tried to stop this druidess but... something else drove me...
He taps his chin for a moment.
I can't explain it very well... but...
When I fought that druidess, something came up... amidst the flames, and my armor scorching my skin--
Here he clenches a fist, remembering the pain form the superheated metal.
--I felt the Haze. It's been ages since I've felt it, but I know that it came to me. I'm excited and yet...
He brings a flask to his mouth, taking a sip of the bourbon inside. He sighs and coughs lightly into the night air.
I'm afraid. I don't want what happened last time to happen.
He sighs and closes the book for now. As he stands up to leave, the wind picks up. He pauses and looks out onto the bay. A chill runs down his spine as the wind whistles in his ear, a whisper filtering in.
"Come..."
He narrows his eyes and slides his goggles back down, heading off into the twilight-lit streets.
