Thrall: I see what you are saying.. *continues to watch the holocube* And you say that the dragons are headed here? Surely the aspects will stop them where they stand. There are powers at work every day on this planet that even myself, the Warchief, does not understand.
*within the next few moments, a small spikey haired blood elf bustles into the room, loudly screaming with happiness. He is being chased by a sandy-red-headed blood elf, and he is fleeing from him. The youngster promptly pushes past Seferia and hides behind Thrall’s throne, giggling*