"It's a dangerous gift with the people we know my love." The Commander folded his arms and looked past Britomart for a moment.<span style="color: red">"Field Marshal? You? And I'd recognize his armor from a mile away, so I'm guessing you're either really old and just good at hiding your age or Stormwind's started just handing out titles to anyone who can hold a weapon. Either way your rank has no meaning here."</span>The Commander almost seemed to smirk but his old and weathered battle-scarred face made it nearly impossible to tell.<span style="color: red"> "Light forsaken? This place is anything but, there's ruined of Draenei temples scattered around the entire face of his planet, a huge city smack-dab in the center."</span>He looked back to Jim and narrowed his eyes.<span style="color: red">"You look familiar, ah whatever, I'd rather just go against my orders than sit here and argue with you two. Go take to the gryphon master, I'll give you clearance to get a ride out to the Cenarion Outpost. From there it'll be about an hour trek, mostly uphill, to get into Zangarmash and there's a big refuge for weary travelers right there."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>