[Arthas nods and opens the door - as usual, the first thing they're greeted by is a blast of cold air. They're on the banks of a clean, restless river that rolls down steep cliffs where time has scraped the grass off of the underlying bones of the land. Redwoods thicker around than the Barge's main hallways dig into the frosted earth all around them. No snow, not yet, but the sky is a pale china-blue that shows winter is close.
Arthas makes a satisfied noise and strides inside.]
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Date: 2013-12-14 07:34 pm (UTC)Arthas makes a satisfied noise and strides inside.]