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I pretty much demanded my old job back, and Ku relented. First order of business is sorting through the massive pile of reports from Sharis in Suramar. Which I am doing in my home-away-from-home, the Legerdemain Lounge. Sandra keeps my glass refreshed, either because I'm a regular or because I tip really well. Hey, I know what it's like to wait tables. I had to pay for college somehow.
Anyway, it looks like the new base at Shal'Aran is shaping up well. They've got several ley line feeds coming in to provide power (I have no idea what that means), and multiple teleporters fired up all over the city. Okay, whatever. I'm way out of the loop – evidently folks who don't get their daily dose of mana wind up 'withered', and lose their minds? Oookaaay. And they've found a way to calm them down and are weaponizing them. Yeah, that's ethical. Elves, sheesh.
What else is in here? Oh, they've got a magical tree. Lovely.
Yeah, I don't know what any of this means. Ku's branch of the effort is much more straight forward. Visit weird places, learn about Illidan, power up vessel. After the vessel is powered up, we can put his soul in it. Or something. Maybe not all that straight forward, but I know more about it. That Suramar stuff is like Twin Peaks – you miss one episode and you might as well give up ever trying to figure out who killed Laura Palmer.