A Kind Reminder

Our story begins on a cold night in the iron forge. The might forge still burned hot, but only a few sounds of hammers meeting the anvil could be heard. The mighty dwarf capital had fallen silent, as much of the people had fallen asleep. This included Khadgar, and his Joyous best friend Peregrïn, as the two fell asleep at a dwarven bar named “The Drunken Smith”. This happened only after what had transpired in the bar. When they enterred, the two were astounded at the sight of such little people drinking and eating so much. Especially Perry! To her, the dwarves acted completely opposite to her people. It wouldn’t be long until our two travelers ended up joining one of the dwarf party group and partied. Nothing too out of handed happened except for a tipsy Perry and a sore Khadgar. He had tried to arm wrestle a dwarf for his staff back, but only hurt his arm in the challenge… and indirectly broke the table. He still got it back for showing some courage, even for a sissy spell caster. Perry had never had dwarf Ale, and had no clue how strong or good it was. She had half a cups and was pretty woozy. She mostly giggled at things she thought was silly, and tried to win a staring contest with a bust. After the party died down, the pair stumbled up the stairs to their purchased rooms. Perry fell flat on her bed, feeling the world spinning around her. Khadgar also fell on his bed, avoiding to lay on anything that felt sore. Soon enough the two fell fast asleep. Khadgar was dreaming about doing some of his studies, since he’s used to doing those even in his dreams, when he woke up to a scared Perry. He could see her covered in sweat and looked pretty shook. “Perry?” He drowsily started. “What happened? Are you okay?” She turned to her left, and saw Khadgar awake. “Oh! Morning Khadgar! Um… it was nothing! Nothing at all!” She smiled, trying to her best at lying. Too bad she is the absolute worst at lying. Khadgar raised his eyebrow, “Perry. It’s too early for you to lie to me.” Perry huffs, as she turns to face Khadgar. “I… had a nightmare. We were in the forest, and you disappeared. I couldn’t find you anywhere and I got scared.” She fell silent, holding her knees close to her chest. Khadgar extended his hand to her. “Hold my hand.” Perry, complete caught off-guard, was surprised by what he said. “Wh…What?” “Hold my hand. If you hold my hand while you sleep, you’ll know I am with you. even in your dreams.” Perry slowly takes his hand, and lays down once more. “Good night Khadgar. Sorry for waking you.” Khadgar chuckles, “You weren’t waking me from anything too important. Night Perry.” The two were fast asleep once again, Perry having a wonderful dream. She and Khadgar were at a mountaintop, watching the sunset on the world around them. Post Burning Crusade:

Peregrïn was somewhere in Kalimdor, looking up at the night sky. She held a hearthstone close to her chest. “Goodnight Khadgar, I hope you sleep well.” She lays down in her bedroll, extending her hand out in hopes to feel his hand upon hers once more. Khadgar laid in his bed, already asleep with his hand out in the same way.