Alleria and Sylvanas had refused to let him interfere with their arrangements for the elves. They were handling things with Sorens and the other old men who had been talked into becoming religious charlatans. He had no idea whether what he had done today had disrupted their plans.
What was done was done, so he simply stopped worrying about it. He had already prepared his excuses and was just waiting for them to come knocking and settle the score. To his surprise, two days passed without a peep, which put him considerably more at ease.
Another two days passed, and he finally couldn't stand it anymore. He slept so much during the day that when he woke at night, he had no idea what to do. April nights were still rather cold, but he threw on some clothes and went looking for a fishing rod anyway. He was going fishing. Whether anything bit or he caught any fish didn't matter; he just wanted to fish to pass the time.
Before long, he found some bait and a fishing rod and went down to the harbor alone. His luck was excellent that night, and a fish took the bait almost immediately. Already brimming with energy, he lit up with delight. The fish seemed to know he had energy to spare, too, and kept biting in quick succession. Big and small alike, they scrambled to their deaths. Before long, his wooden bucket was full of fish of all sizes.
He had never expected fishing, the hunter skill that burned through the second-most prepaid game time, to carry him through a sleepless night in the real world. Was the War God blessing me because I praised Yang Jian a few times? Was the War God really that good at fishing? Yu Lin Bloodhawk