Genn sighed as the Skybreaker approached Stormwind City. Not only had Varian Wrynn been killed, but so had one of Ironforge's most beloved generals, Mogri Stonehammer. Her daughter would undoubtedly be waiting at the harbour.
But what would he tell her? That her mother was killed by the Burning Legion? That she had had no remains to return, having died in a similar way to Varian? Just as he was almost able to answer either of those questions, the airship pulled into port.
As expected, Mograni was standing at the dock, looking a little worried, perhaps, but not compared to the look on her face when Tyrande got off the ship, her violet face stained with tears. She tried to get the night elf's attention, but to no avail.
"Genn?" she tried as he dismounted, desperation in her tone.
The Gilnean froze, before looking down at the dwarf. He said nothing, but shook his head. Mograni gasped, understanding immediately. She covered her mouth, eyes welling with tears as she looked towards the dwarven leaders.
Mauradin didn't even look at her.
Falstad did, but only for a short moment.
Moira, however, gazed back at her, pity bleeding into her otherwise forward gaze.
Mograni saw the scroll, Varian's letter to Anduin, in Genn's hand. On other occasions, she would not have asked, but she really needed to know, Varian having not left the airship.
"Varian...?" She tried to keep her voice steady, but it had come out as a soft whimper.
"Dead."
Mograni looked down at the harbour stone in sorrow, being a personal friend of Anduin's and imagining how devastated he would be. Before she headed inland, though, she had one more question.
"Would it be alright if I took that to him?"
Genn hesitated, but relented silently, handing her the letter.
Mograni then began what felt like the longest trek she'd ever taken: to Stormwind Keep.
