There is a moment of silence before the death knight picks the mage up by his robes and tosses him over his shoulder. “You are obviously ill and in need of medical attention. Time to find Nilhandril."
A copy of Tevruden's blog because I don't Trust Like that anymore.
There is a moment of silence before the death knight picks the mage up by his robes and tosses him over his shoulder. “You are obviously ill and in need of medical attention. Time to find Nilhandril."