A jaunt into the Aetherblade Retreat taught me the folly of my hubris.  I had begun to see the ‘dark’ Asura as childish and obnoxious.  Their true danger had escaped me and it wasn’t until facing down specially designed golems and walls of burning light that I realized where I failed.

A lesson I hope I won’t have to learn again.

I finished my search in Mount Maelstrom, thanked my hosts as I packed up camp and departed for Dredge territory.  I detest the Shiverpeaks and their snow and somehow I keep coming back to the mountain passes and the blinding blizzards.