*jerks awake instantly, eyes wide in panic as he rolled off the bed, and Genn and raced outside to the rail. He scanned the area below, panic and the fear of heights making his stomach twist in knots as he felt his blood run cold*
*cleaning his ear out*
Dreadfully sorry about that, Varian, I really regret it, but shouting “orcs” and “fire” didn’t work at getting you off of me.
*lets out a shuddering breath as he turned to glare at Genn*
You thought….. telling me my son was potentially dead was your best solution!?
I’m pretty sure Greymane know what the feeling is like.
Just sayin’