Darnassus was beautiful. It was not the first time that Sergeant Baine had walked its streets, but each and every time, it struck her as a place that she could easily see herself living out her retirement. The grass was hinted with a light frost, appropriate for this November day, and it crunched ever so slightly under foot. She paced alongside her comrades through the grandiose architecture of the city with the omnipresent grin on her lips. So, they were going to do anti-curse training? It wasn’t anything she hadn’t been through at least twenty times. To be a Drill-Sergeant, you had to be on top form - though she hadn’t been in a direct battle situation for approaching a few months now. The companions with her were mostly of the kal‘dorei, a race that in her youth, Raelyn had grown to hat