Saurfang is a little too old and dour to be excited about something called the Goop Festival, but once he’s been herded over to the Park, he does find himself slightly relieved to find that it’s just about tree sap. Having already discovered that the rest of the facility is more or less closed, he stalks about the festival grounds, looking rather disgruntled but not causing a fuss. He’s not going to participate – despite everything he's been through, he still has a little dignity to lose – but it won't do him any harm to watch the other residents. Some of them even seem to be having fun, although the only real activity is eating things.
If someone's off to the side like he is, he'll even try to engage in a little conversation. Not much else to do.
“You celebrated this before?”
[b]
He had forced himself to watch the World Tree burn. He deserved to; it would be another shame that would follow him to the long-awaited grave. The sight of it now, therefore, is all too familiar, although the fact that it's sitting in the middle of a hallway in Anchor is a little odd. But he had not been so close to it before - he'd watched from across the water, where the heat had been the only bearable thing about it. Now, trapped in the corridor, he wouldn't be able to get far enough away.
He's been told that he can't always trust his senses in this place, but he doesn't know what else to do right now. He backs himself against the double doors that have somehow locked from the inside, shields his face, and tries to come up with a plan. Smashing the doors seems like the only option; there's no way to put the Tree out and nothing else that might shield him from the approaching fire.
Saurfang turns and takes a few steps back, aiming to rush the doors, when they actually open from the other side and someone else steps inside the burning hallway -
“No!” he lunges for them, to stop the door from closing or to knock them out of the corridor, but neither plan succeeds. They're both trapped, now.
Varok Saurfang | World of Warcraft
Saurfang is a little too old and dour to be excited about something called the Goop Festival, but once he’s been herded over to the Park, he does find himself slightly relieved to find that it’s just about tree sap. Having already discovered that the rest of the facility is more or less closed, he stalks about the festival grounds, looking rather disgruntled but not causing a fuss. He’s not going to participate – despite everything he's been through, he still has a little dignity to lose – but it won't do him any harm to watch the other residents. Some of them even seem to be having fun, although the only real activity is eating things.
If someone's off to the side like he is, he'll even try to engage in a little conversation. Not much else to do.
“You celebrated this before?”
[b]
He had forced himself to watch the World Tree burn. He deserved to; it would be another shame that would follow him to the long-awaited grave. The sight of it now, therefore, is all too familiar, although the fact that it's sitting in the middle of a hallway in Anchor is a little odd. But he had not been so close to it before - he'd watched from across the water, where the heat had been the only bearable thing about it. Now, trapped in the corridor, he wouldn't be able to get far enough away.
He's been told that he can't always trust his senses in this place, but he doesn't know what else to do right now. He backs himself against the double doors that have somehow locked from the inside, shields his face, and tries to come up with a plan. Smashing the doors seems like the only option; there's no way to put the Tree out and nothing else that might shield him from the approaching fire.
Saurfang turns and takes a few steps back, aiming to rush the doors, when they actually open from the other side and someone else steps inside the burning hallway -
“No!” he lunges for them, to stop the door from closing or to knock them out of the corridor, but neither plan succeeds. They're both trapped, now.