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I had planned to put out several more chapters yesterday, but shortly after I started writing, I was dragged off drinking and ended up having far too much. Please forgive me.
Banks of dark gray cloud hung low over the earth. It was already late autumn, and the endless trees of Tirisfal Glades stood bare. Ancient trees loomed gloomily, brown moss covering the wrinkles on their trunks. The sky gave off a soft radiance, clear yet ethereal. In the fields, patches of sorghum swayed their plump heads like rippling red water, while their withered yellow leaves lent the countryside an air of desolation.
The Korean pines, their trunks riddled with shrapnel, still lived, standing proudly on the high rocky slopes. Whistles rang merrily through the valley, and white birds flew slowly over the rice paddies.
From inside the hall, Rex gazed outside at the leaves, dyed golden yellow, drifting down from time to time. One, then two, like golden butterflies whose souls had fled. Beneath the sparse, bare trunks and branches, a carpet of gold and red had already spread across the ground.
After chatting with the archmage for a while, Rex finally explained why he had come.
Rex asked the archmage to put everything else aside for now, find the Draenei first, and establish contact with them.
With the archmage handling it, Rex thought the task would be easy. Unlike anyone else, he could simply open a Portal, pinpoint an approximate location, and head there.
After a few trips back and forth, he would be able to find them.
So Rex was in a fairly