The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.**
It had been strange times for the young druid in the intervening years since her departure from Outlands. After reaching the culmination of her druidic training, she had wandered for a bit, sight-seeing as it were, and losing herself in the majesty of new lands and the comfort of old ones. She lost touch with not only her extended tribe, Horns of Shu'halo, but also her family and friends. Indeed, she became quite reclusive after spending so many of her years training to please and honor others. She even lost touch with her brother when they parted ways as he went off to Northrend, seeking his fame and fortune chasing after rumors of the Lich King.
After one too many explosions at far too many alchemy labs, not to mention the cost of repairs t