The bodies of the Iron Horde warriors and peons lay strewn about the courtyard and building. A mighty whirlwind had come through in the form of a Tauren druid and his shaman sidekick, one more bent on destruction than the other.
Raska looked around. It almost appeared they were in a kitchen. Deep in Iron Horde territory and they'd stopped in a kitchen? And was Tsunderebear .. making a sandwich? "Why here?" she asked.
Tsunderebear gave a smile as he held up a sandwich and took a hearty bite out of it. "I was hungry!" he said around the mouthful of bread.
"Hungry." Raska repeated, blankly. She stared up at him, mouth slack for almost a full minute. "We fought through half the ranks of the Iron Horde just because you didn't want to eat rations?!"
"Yes." He chewed happily.
"Why am I even friends with you?!" the orcess spluttered.
"I made you one too." Tsunderebear replied, holding out a second sandwich.
She took it with a sigh.
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