They Don't Even Know We're Here on Day 206

This is the weirdest thing ever. While we wait for the teams to fight their way through the Nighthold, we've taken up position in the last place the Legion would look: right above them. We're literally up in the rafters over the harbor, where we can watch their cargo ships coming and going, and keep an eye on our time-locked forces on Elisande's doorstep. Not the creepy sewers, but close enough.

I'm trying not to worry myself into a tizzy while my friends kick butt and take names. I can walk around the balcony and see the whole of Suramar stretched out around us – if I want to give away our position and invite a demonic invasion of epic proportions. I can't even get close enough to the rails to watch the ships down there. Yes, we can see them, we're just strongly advised not to look. Unless we happen to be a fully-stealthed rogue. So basically, this sucks big time.

There aren't even any support folks here, like my man. They're all deployed back to their bases, or shoring up defenses in Dalaran. I'm here because I'm nosy as hell. Call it schedenfreude, but I want to see the ones who destroyed my world pay, and this is just the first step. Elisande went to bed with these asshats, so she's first on the list. Okay, second after Gul'dan. He's been sucking demon dick for a hell of a lot longer.