Walk down the streets
You continue walking down the quiet cobbled streets. Doorways
are open, you look in them as you walk past. You see families
snuggled next to the fire place while talking of the days events. You
feel forlorn and unwelcome in these homes. You don't wish to disturb
their happiness.
As your walking, you see an old man emerge from the shadows. He
wears a long dark cloak and holds a walking stick with four circles on
it ... like on your medallion. You slowly approach him. Before you
even ask him anything he says "You are the chosen one."
"What?" you reply, knowing that you were about to ask him if
he knew you. "I said that you are the chosen one. I know you
because I am to train you for a great battle. I started the training
but you rushed off to save you friends. You were beaten, as I
prophesied. And now I suppose that you have returned to complete your
training." Your shocked at the knowlege you just gained from
this old man. "Who ..." you begin but are cut off by him
"I am Azeroth, but you may call me ... or as you used to call me,
Azer."
