"Loken—Loken—"
In the vast, empty hall of Ulduar, Loken was suddenly interrupted in the middle of his thoughts by a whisper. The King of Wisdom could hardly tolerate having his thoughts interrupted, but the moment he heard the whisper, he dropped to his knees and spoke reverently into the void.
"My master, your loyal servant awaits your summons!"
"Loken, how is the summoning of the Watchers coming along?"
"Honored master, the message has been sent. But, master, will this really not draw the Titans of the Pantheon here?"
"Don't worry. I can already feel the Titans' power weakening. They must have run into trouble, and they won't have time to spare. As long as we win over the Watchers the Titans left behind, they'll never learn what's happening on Azeroth. Then I'll be able to escape this damn prison!"
"Great master, your loyal servant eagerly awaits that day."
The world always had surprises in store for you. When you were in despair, if you held on, perhaps the dawn would come the very next moment. That was exactly what had happened to Chen Stormstout.
As a Pandaren, Chen Stormstout had a simple reason for traveling across mountains and seas: he wanted to find the ingredients for brewing a legendary vintage. But the vast ocean wouldn't indulge your dreams. The sight of sea and sky merging into one could easily make travelers lose their way, and a sudden storm at such a time would become etched in the hearts of those ambitious young people.
After a storm shattered Chen Stormstout's little boat, he swore to himself that he would never sail again unless he could walk across the sea as easily as on land. That was his last thought before the cold water swallowed him.
When Chen Stormstout awoke again,