In the Kingdom of Theramore, Theramore City, founded barely a year ago, was waking from its slumber. Former citizens of Lordaeron walked the streets in twos and threes, while vendors had risen even earlier to push carts laden with goods through the streets. This seaside city also had a distinctive sight of its own.
Those were the people who rose early to gather the tide's bounty. Kalimdor's coastline was almost entirely undeveloped and rich in fish. Lucky fishermen could even catch lobsters nearly a meter long. Of course, they would not risk venturing beyond the coast, where many Lobsterfolk lived. Those were very dangerous creatures.
The wheat fields outside the city were almost ready for harvest. As sunlight spilled over them, their golden sheen promised a bountiful harvest this year. With help from the Druids of the Cenarion Circle, a bumper harvest every year might have been unrealistic, but the tragedy of harvesting nothing at all would certainly never occur.
In short, this was a city that, though still somewhat rudimentary, brimmed with vitality.
In the Royal Palace deep within Theramore City, Archmage Jaina woke from deep meditation. She left the Meditation Chamber and opened a window, letting the cool sea breeze into her room. Born in the island nation of Kul Tiras, Jaina was very familiar with this faintly briny breeze. It could quickly calm her mind.
But when the Archmage raised her right hand, a golden pendant on her white-jade wrist caught her eye. Jaina held it in her hand and gently opened it. Inside, Dick's magical image moved, giving her a sunny smile.
"Who knows where that fellow went? It's been almost two months, and he still isn't back!"
Jaina pouted and brushed the golden hair at her temple in frustration before turning to leave the Wizard's