Keliera shifted in her bedroll. The air was hot and sticky, causing the soft windwool to cling to her. They were on the coast now, far from the protective barriers and harsh winds of the Kun-Lai Peaks to the south. The ocean winds brought hotter weather with them.
She threw off the cover. The smell of sulphur could not be avoided, lessened though it was. Quietly, she moved over to the open doorway, perching herself on the balcony, looking out over the waves. The two moons shimmered on the water, pale blue and white. If you looked far enough, the ocean and the sky became one.
She took a deep breath. The lands were still, save for the occasional bubble of fish drifting close to the surface. Everything was calm in Pandaria.
The sky certainly belied the panic of earlier. The foul clouds and fel-smoke that appeared briefly over the northern ocean had vanished as quickly as they came, but the warnings of the fel-addled troll still swirled around her mind. Could that talk be true? Demon-palaces, fires reaching into the sky?
It did not bear thinking about. She stared out across the bay, hoping the boat would arrive ahead of schedule.