Bariyan raises his head, but remains kneeling. He spots all his armor scattered around and feels a brief burst of embarrassment, a flashback to his own childhood, his mother scolding him for leaving his room in disarray after play. And now he's left his damn armor all over the floor in the room of the mother of all mothers. Where are his manners? He should've at least put them in a pile by a tree or something. Somewhere where people wouldn't trip on them.
Bariyan coughs, and hastily aims his grin back to the ground.
"Bariyan Kozar," he starts, "of... paladin, of another Azeroth. You are in that Azeroth too. That is how I know of you."
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Bariyan raises his head, but remains kneeling. He spots all his armor scattered around and feels a brief burst of embarrassment, a flashback to his own childhood, his mother scolding him for leaving his room in disarray after play. And now he's left his damn armor all over the floor in the room of the mother of all mothers. Where are his manners? He should've at least put them in a pile by a tree or something. Somewhere where people wouldn't trip on them.
Bariyan coughs, and hastily aims his grin back to the ground.
"Bariyan Kozar," he starts, "of... paladin, of another Azeroth. You are in that Azeroth too. That is how I know of you."