Hot and steamy

For some reason I agreed to join Fandaleen and Ysabelle in that wretchedly hot Stranglethorn Vale.  We spent most of the time ripping through some troll ruins, or at least that what they’re called.  Are they really ruins if the trolls are still living there, though?  I should have asked Fandaleen, she would have known.  Anyway, the trolls were no challenge for us, the only real obstacle of the evening was the oppressive heat and humidity – which didn’t seem to bother the girls.  I think I have a really poor tolerance for uncomfortable situations.

Our tasks completed, we all decided to rest for a while.  I don’t recall where Fandaleen went off to, but Ysabelle and I returned to Booty Bay and got on the boat to Ratchet.  Once there, we swam out to Fray Island.  Perched up on a hill there we watched a young draenei woman fight in the ring down below, the crowd of spectators screaming and taunting her.  She didn’t let them phase her, though, and she defeated every opponent she met.  Hope I don’t bump into her in the Arathi Basin. 

The noise from the crowd went down with the sun, and we turned our attention to the seemingly endless expanse of ocean under the full moon.  We talked for a while, and I was pleasantly surprised at some of the things that Ysabelle said.  As much as I love her, it’s always frustrating the way she frequently has to run off after such a short time with me.  She told me though that she hopes for that the end soon, so that she and I can be together.  It was clearly both what we wanted, considering what was done that night.  I only hope that day comes sooner rather than later.  I don’t like sharing.