A Promise

Taking advantage of a temporary lull in the mountain blizzard, Roderick and Albert swiftly left the Stormpike Guard's main camp in Alterac under the Dwarves' guidance.

If another long-lasting Blizzard struck, neither of them would be able to leave by the mountain road. Fortunately, the unbroken days of snow and wind had finally eased for a few days, making this the best time to return to Southshore.

A thin layer of ice had formed over the narrow path, and the slick mountain road was even harder to traverse on the way down. Still, such difficulties could not hinder a high-ranking paladin and a Dalaran mage.

Albert chose to return directly to Southshore, while Roderick needed to remain in Watchtower Village for another day. The territory under their control grew larger by the day, and its population was increasing as well. Naturally, all kinds of affairs became more troublesome. Everyone else could rest, but Roderick, as the leader of the Raven Guard Knights, could not afford even a moment of slackness.

After arranging Watchtower Village's recent affairs and reminding everyone to pay special attention to the residents' heating, Roderick could finally return home.

Dim yellow light spilled from the window. When he pushed open the door, Remilia was sitting on the sofa with her knees hugged to her chest, dozing off.

Roderick gently closed the door and looked at the girl before him. He had not seen Remi for quite some time. Her hair was tied into a golden ponytail that fell softly down her back. Her face seemed a little fuller than before. It looked like her trip to Ironforge had been quite comfortable.

Just as he was about to cover Remi with a blanket, she blinked and woke up.

"Brother, I've been waiting for you for so long." At