
The cold wind bit through his woollens, and Brackarn moved a little closer to the bonfire. Night watch at the Argent Vanguard was rarely exciting, and this was much like every other night. As he rubbed his hands in the warmth of the fire, Brackarn noticed the thick canvas flap of a nearby tent open and a young man came strolling out into the dark."The man strode casually towards the fire, eager to warm himself and as he stopped close, he started chatting.
"Hail good sir, I have not seen you in the camp before. Are you new here?" the young man began, smiling at Brackarn as he awaited an answer.
"I have been here once or twice before, I am Brackarn Santhor and I hail from the Arathi Highlands."
-[Brack's name is originally from my days as a MUD'er! I can't remember how I came up with the name, but he's been with me in one form or another for the past 12 years]-"Ah, well you are far from home then! I myself hail from Dalaran. Mykel's the name and it's a pleasure to meet you. You look like a man with experience; tell me, if you don't mind my asking, how many years have you been with the military? You will have missed a few birthdays serving in Northrend."
Sighing in rememberance of the years that had passed since he was last home, Brackarn nodded. "Indeed I have missed a few Mykel. I will be twenty-seven this year, three weeks before the Feast of Winter Veil."
Mykel shuffled his feet a little to keep the blood flowing through his legs.
"And have you left someone behind Brackarn? Is there a wife or lover you hope to return to when your time here is done?"
"Ah Mykel, such a common question amongst the men and women who are far from the comfort of their own homes and the love of their families. In answer to your question, I do not have such a blessing in my life. Instead I carry with me a memory of something that I had once, and doubt I shall ever have again. She saved my life in more ways than one, although she never saw me in the same light as I saw her."
Laughing nervously, Mykel changed the subject knowing that to pursue details was futile and, more importantly, disrespectful.
"So, out here in the wilds it pays to have a strong steed to bear you into battle. I've seen pretty much everything, from Elekks to those gnomish mechanostriders! Do you have a mount that you prefer Brackarn?"
Brackarn tossed another log onto the fire and hot embers danced up into the sky. "On the ground I cannot go past my steed Bellarion. He is a fine warhorse, bred for battle and between you and me he possesses a skill and intellect that some find disconcerting. In the air I will ride my gryphon Arturus if ever I can choose it."
"I see. Well at least the food they give us out here is reasonable. Mind you, it's no baked manta ray is it?!"
Brackarn laughed aloud. "Well Mykel, if they let me near the mess I'll cook you up a batch of Worg tartare that will put hair on your chest! It's a specialty of mine, and one of my favourite dishes. If you haven't tried it before I suggest you do so when you can!"
With a smile and a nod Mykel looked around the camp. All was quiet except for the odd rumble of thunder in the hills to the north.
"So, have you ever been to Zangarmarsh in your travels Brackarn? I was there once helping the Cenarion Expedition deal with a nasty Naga infestation and I have never seen such enormous mushrooms! Have you seen them? How do you think they ever got that gigantic?!"
"I have been through Zangarmarsh myself, it seems that the Naga seek to take over the area. Why I'll never really understand, but those mushrooms are quite a sight to behold! How they got that large I don't think I'll ever know for sure, but with all the strange spores floating around the place, no doubt some of them have mutated or reacted with the water to cause such an amazing growth."
Stretching his hands above his head, Mykel yawned and hugged himself to ward off the cold.
"Well my friend, I'm goung to get back down on my cot for the night. Take care of yourself out here, we are on the Lich King's doorstep. On the crazy chance that he happened to wander this far from his icy throne, what would you do? I'll leave you with that thought and will certainly see you at breakfast in the morning. Sleep well Brackarn, your watch will be over soon."
"Goodnight Mykel, the conversation has been a pleasure. I'll see you in the mess tomorrow."
Turning back to the fire, Brackarn thought to himself as he surveyed the night for signs of attack.
"If the Lich King came down here Mykel, I would give my last breath to defeat him if I could. That I swear."