In spite of the battles and destruction, House Akh'Argar is safe and strong. The soldiers fighting with me are safe as well, thank the Light. My servants are safe, evacuated weeks ago to Silvermoon. Every time I came to Mar'at, a weight seemed to lessen on my chest and a pressure lifted just a little from my head. It was one of my few escapes when I really needed to get away but not disappear from responsibility for a little bit. Many times a year, for the past 9 years, I came alone or with others for a few days to reign over my small kingdom as a Queen. exist, without expectations or worries, just for a few days. By the time the work was finished, my townhouse had become this luxuriously opulent sanctuary that I could come and relax and just. Iloam helped me decorate, bringing gifts and even fascinating artifacts he must have noticed during salvaging runs with his business. It was in dire need of renovations and repairs when I bought it, and Asarel and Maras were both completely encouraging. This townhouse was the first place that was completely mine, the first huge thing I ever chose completely for myself.
A few weeks later and I had gathered the necessary funds while making some deals with the local tol'vir, and bought a townhouse that overlooked the market.
Even the strange musk from the oil they burned to drive off biting insects was an almost erotic aroma. There were small shops down narrow alleys and tiny booths for antiques from all over the world. Everything about Mar'at and the market entranced me, more powerfully than any sorcery. I needed to run my fingers over more expertly woven rugs and fabrics, drink more of that unusual red tea. I had to find a way to stay and soak in more of the sounds of those exotic melodies and breathe in more spice-scented air. A few days after making our way through Mar'at, and I decided that I had to stay there for awhile. They had already sniped at each other as we swam through the reefs in Vashj'ir and wandered the caverns of Deepholme, and continued their antagonism through our travels in Uldum. It was back when Asarel was still my Shadow, and Iloam was accompanying us on our travels through Azeroth's shattered landscape. I am responsible for not only the lives, but the morale of those in my care. The promise of new but ancient knowledge was appealing in and of itself, but the absolute beauty of Mar'at, just across the lake from Ramkahen and bustling with merchants and markets is what truly seduced me.Ī noble, a leader, must lead first by example. There was a whole culture we were only then privy to, whole empires with remnants scattered everywhere to hint at their marvels. The desert was different than any other I had traveled through, and the oases were lush and alive. The first time ever set eyes on the tol'vir city of Mar'at, Uldum was a mysterious land that had only just opened up to the rest of the world as a result of Deathwing's attacks.
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