From the pages of Fabulor's personal journal/scrapbook

At the Regent Lord's request, took a trip to Dalaran a little while back for a little change of pace from the endless Pandaria Moguslaughter and Angry Bugs and Oh Look More Mogu. A little rest and relaxation in the magical floating city was just what the Spirit Healer ordered!

Except, well, things were a little messed up there. Seems Jaina was all mad about that whole invisibly-stealthing-into-Darnassus-and-stealing-the-Divine-Bell thing. Humans, so easily upset, I swear.

Anyway. Though it wasn't quite the vacation I had in mind, I tried to make the best of things. It wasn't all great, there were some bads along with the goods, but you simply have to make do with the hand you're dealt, is what I always say.

Bad:

Jaina and those insufferable Silver Covenant prigs imposing martial law and roughing up my fellow Blood Elves.

Good:

No crowd in the beer gardens, and the entire Silver Enclave tavern all to myself!

Bad:

Shopping was next to impossible! The city's merchants were terrified, and ready to attack anyone who stepped into their shops, even potential customers! Damn you Jaina! Now you've gone too far!!

Good:

Fortunately, the barber shop was still operating like usual, so I was able to get a quick styling and trim.

Bad:

Of all the deposed Horde citizens, High Arcanist Savor seemed truly heartbroken when he had to evacuate and leave his home behind. Poor little Forsaken archmage.

Good:

Even Jaina's fury could not stop love from blossoming in two young Sin'dorei hearts.


AWWWWWWWWWW ♥


And then Lor'themar became a Christmas tree.


It was a pretty strange vacation.