It turned out the Earthen Ring had created a stable portal leading back to Stormwind in the Temple of Earth. Frankly, Ringo Flinthammer thought this just smacked of the shaman showing off, and was indicative of a lack of taste in their choice of destination. Still, it meant that their rams could graze on the green grass of the pasture just outside the gates of the rebuilt Dwarven District, and Ringo had reunited with Rusty.

“The new place has a better menu,” Beli Flinthammer said. The pair had just eaten dinner at the Golden Keg, the bar which had replaced the Bar with No Name, which Deathwing had destroyed in his attack on the city, “But it’s hip-deep in bloody elves and squid.”

“They’re all over the District now,” Ringo nodded grimly.

“Ah couldnae help but notice,” Beli said, her tone taking on a studied nonchalance, “Somethin’ else was all over the District as well.”

“Them wee paper hearts? Pfft, just another ‘holiday’ invented by goblins, Ah reckon.”

“Of course it was!” a voice piped.

“Bloody sneakin’ varmint!”

“Back on Kezan, Smokywood Pastures R&D was all about developing new commercial opportunities,” the goblin continued on, ignoring the dwarves’ glares, and digging through her bag full of seasonal wares. “Before Deathwing came along, they were close to inventing a new holiday that would fill the time between the Lunar Festival and Noblegarden, something to do with green beer.”

“That’s nice,” Ringo said. “Now, shove off.”

“Before you get a chance to look at what I’ve got to offer? Surely you want to show your lovely bride how much she means to you with one of these lovely roses? Or perhaps some chocolates?”

Beli shook her head.

“Roses die. And not a big fan of chocolate.”

“See there? Me wife’s a practical gal, so bugger off.”

“Practical? Is there something else you’d prefer, madam?”

“Got anythin’ Ah kin use to blow a giant hole in Deathwing’s arse with?”

“Explosives? Does Gallywix wear a funny hat? You stay right there — with your gold — and I’ll be right back with enough rockets to shoot a dozen dragons out of the sky.”

“Thanks, babe,” Beli said, giving Ringo a peck on the cheek. “You shouldn’t have.”