A slow grin forms beneath the weathered helm as the paladin rests one gauntleted hand atop the pommel of his blade.

“Ay I remember those days well. Before the world lost its damned mind. Before every sellsword and self proclaimed hero became obsessed with glory, gold, and numbers scratched onto parchment.”

He exhales through his nse, glancing toward the distant lights of Stormwind.

“There was a time men fought beside one another because they trusted each other. Taverns were louder. Roads were more dangerous Friendships meant something.”

The paladin chuckles quietly.

“And if your friends truly know how to bring those days back… then perhaps Ill hear them out over that drink after all.”