It’s time to go north. We’ve stuck pretty close to “civilization” for a while now, and consequently we’ve been leaving behind a lot of the things that make travel so enjoyable. Silence. Reflection. Fishin’. Scenic Vistas. And more fishin’. Here you will find a spasmographical account of flying from the heartland of the Horde to the very edge of remoteness, in not-so-great a distance. Despite the machines of industry and the flames of war, Kalimdor remains a place of one hundred wildernesses, and high above its central plains the Steamwheedle Cartel has built a research station and provisioning centre, at Everlook. No one can fault their ingenuity or bravery — but let’s try, shall we?
I can’t be held responsible for the failure of my train of thought to make a lot of sense, okay? I’m working hard at my cooking lessons and the latest one involved making up vat upon vat upon vat of Kungaloosh. And then, well — someone had to drink the stuff.Next: A Hide in Plain Sight »