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It was difficult for Teleman to believe that the same sun that oppressed him over that sandy beach was the demure, timid thing that hid behind clouds this time of year in Stormwind. Where his skin was exposed it sizzled and burned so that it was red like a rash and he was forced to shift his weight from foot to foot as the sand underneath burned him even through the soles of his shoes. The leather traveler’s bag, heavy with notebooks and journals, was also shifted from shoulder to shoulder, as the strap dug into his skin.
There's gonna be some awesome text here soon, you better believe it. Just as soon as it arrives from the lab. For the Emperor.