From Hot to Lukewarm: Tanaris and Dalaran

Apparently, not every part of Northrend has weather as disagreeable as the Howling Fjord had been when I visited a few months ago. Dalaran is positively pleasant!

Of course, it was still somewhat colder than the desert of Tanaris that I'd departed from after a Rose social held at some ruins there. But when a portal went up to Dalaran and the conclusion of the event, and I mentioned that I'd never been there, I was told that it was somewhere I had to see. After getting assurances that it wouldn't be cold and that I'd be able to return easily enough to any capital city I wished, I stepped through the portal, and found myself in a building with a doorway overlooking a pleasant fountain.

I was immediately reminded of my initial exploration of Stormwind — an entirely new-to-me, bustling city was here for me to take in. This time, though, I had a tour guide, taking the form of Desseral Windrage, a fellow member of the Rose and attendee at the Tanaris social.

Desseral and I in Dalaran.

The balcony of the Purple Parlor on the spire of the Violet Hold afforded an excellent view of the city.

After a while, Chelody met up with us and the three of us talked for a while.