The sun was setting behind the mountains that walled Mulgore off from the rest of Azeroth. The deep rust red light that filtered through the cracks in the quiet tend was enough to see that it was empty. That is to say there was a small table, a pallet for sleeping... and a stone, resting on the small table. Anyone who took the time to look a little closer might recognize it as Owakeri Brightmoon's hearthstone. Under the stone was a note, scrawled hastily, and apparently torn from a bound book.
Gone fishing. If I don't come back, no, Tomahna, you can't have my stuff.
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