AN: Alright so a conversation with my brother who plays WoW inspired this story, I've never played the game but I just had to write this. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own, whatever it is with this fandom I'm not supposed to own!
Herbalism
A misted sigh escaped the imposing helm, as breath cold as death met the warm spring air. Black eyes looked out over the field with a feeling of disbelief. He had defected from the service to the Lich King, for this? Torrvin's large form cast a deep shadow across the field, he imagined it darker than all the others, withering everything in sight. Reaching up the Death Knight removed his helm with another misted sigh, before tentatively taking a step out into the field of flowers.
This was about as far from the throne of the Lich King as he could fall, seated in the middle of gently dancing flowers gathering necessary herbs for later potion making. He would later blame it on the sun if any were to see. But in a moment of bemusement over the entire situation Torrvin's large gloved hands began weaving a ring of flowers. It was a right mess, but what was he to know of it? He was a warrior, had given up his soul for the powers he now possessed. Torrvin had fought alongside his king, only to now gain his freedom, and wear a poorly made flower crown.
He had never intended to see this day.
And planned quickly to forget.
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Morganeth Taren'drel