"I hear you've got yourself another wife." Katrana held a bag of steamed buns in her left hand and a pork knuckle in her right, her mouth glistening with grease.
Rowan was stunned. It had only happened last night. How had she found out so early this morning?
"Wait, why did you say 'another'?"
Katrana's slender brows knitted slightly, her brown eyes slanting toward him as she gave a little snort. "What's it to you? Have some self-awareness."
"When it comes to relationships, you just have to let nature take its course... wait, why am I explaining myself to you? You're not my girlfriend." Belatedly realizing this, Rowan relaxed. He had never cared what other people thought, especially when their opinions were negative.
Katrana suddenly lost her appetite. She swallowed the pork knuckle in one gulp and put the buns into her magic backpack.
"Shameless. I honestly don't know what anyone sees in you," Katrana said resentfully.
Rowan and Katrana left the street. He stretched and yawned. "Let's get going. We need to reach Dalaran before the three days are up."
Although the Scourge had been temporarily defeated, its continued existence remained an enormous threat to Azeroth.
Rowan had already sent out notices, calling on the Alliance's remaining forces to form a coalition army, march on Northrend, and wipe out the Scourge once and for all.
Katrana fidgeted for two minutes without saying a word. She simply stood there, staring at Rowan with her large, glistening eyes.
"What are you staring at me for? Transform. We agreed we'd go to Dalaran together." Rowan looked baffled.
Katrana was both embarrassed and angry. "Stormwind City has already held a memorial service for me, and you still want me to show my face at an Alliance High-Level Conference? What do you take me