Harrowheart would never be so rude as to call such a momentous occasion an inconvenience, but finding time to return to the Nexus had gotten more and more difficult since the Legion returned to Azeroth. Who would have thought a knight should ever have to fulfill his duties and stand watch at his post? The ridiculousness of it all.
And so, unfortunately, Harrowheart arrives late. Not fashionably late, but incredibly late. The sort of late that might make a person think he isn't coming. But he does come, because meeting Viatorus' new fiancee -- the woman he will presumably be spending the rest of his mortal, human life with -- means the world to him. It also means that some concessions have to be made to make it happen.
When he knocks on the apartment door it's a heavy, metallic sound. He has arrived in his full Ebon Knight regalia, from the cape to the massive pauldrons all the way down to the fur-lined saronite boots. He's even got a helmet on, a dark thing with sweeping spikes like boar tusks at the cheeks. The visor is raised, allowing only the bright blue of his eyes to show through.
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And so, unfortunately, Harrowheart arrives late. Not fashionably late, but incredibly late. The sort of late that might make a person think he isn't coming. But he does come, because meeting Viatorus' new fiancee -- the woman he will presumably be spending the rest of his mortal, human life with -- means the world to him. It also means that some concessions have to be made to make it happen.
When he knocks on the apartment door it's a heavy, metallic sound. He has arrived in his full Ebon Knight regalia, from the cape to the massive pauldrons all the way down to the fur-lined saronite boots. He's even got a helmet on, a dark thing with sweeping spikes like boar tusks at the cheeks. The visor is raised, allowing only the bright blue of his eyes to show through.
"VIATORUS!" He calls. "Are you home?"