By the time they reached Grom’gosh Hold, Liam was happy to be on land and quite honestly staying there. It wasn’t that he disliked his first zeppelin flight, it was that he disliked his incredibly long zeppelin flight. He had lost track of how many days it had taken them. It seemed exciting when they made what in comparison was a short flight to the Hinterlands. But from there it was an incredibly long period of time to fly down the Arathi coastline, navigate between Loch Modan and the Twilight Highlands (Kheiro made it clear they did not want to end up landing in either region at this point in time), and then continue further down the east coast before cutting across the deep lands of Stranglethorn Vale. Yes, Liam wanted to be on land and stay there. Drake shared that sentiment.
“My friends,” Kheiro’s Tauren voice resonated as they stepped onto the platform. “I’m sorry, but these are hostile times. The flights are significantly longer as a result.”
Liam grumbled a bit, but he understood all too well. When they had been traveling over the Searing Gorge, the Tauren had explained Horde and Alliance tensions were higher than ever despite the two sides banding together just enough to put an end to the Lich King in Northrend. Unfortunately, most of the Eastern Kingdoms were Alliance lands. The options were, indeed, far and few between.
“We shall stay here the night before our journey resumes tomorrow.” Kheiro could tell Liam was puzzled by this decision, as it was relatively early in the day. He picked up his sword from the zeppelin guard and continued. “We have a long day’s travel ahead of us and it would be wise of us to get within proximity of Booty Bay prior to nightfall.” Off in the distance, Liam heard a sound that he’d only heard once before in his life.
Even dead he felt a chill go right through his spine.