Just some static...

“Yes, well it would have been easier if we just took portals. We would not have to change zeppelins at Undercity.” Nimbus keeps his gaze fixed on his tauren. They’re keeping a swift pace up the stairs of the zeppelin tower at Orgrimmar. “But you are scared of getting lost.”

“Please move to the rear of the craft,” a goblin’s voice screeches from the helm above. "Reserve the front seats for the elderly and disabled."

The tauren reaches into a pocket for a ticket to show before boarding. Squeezing aboard, Nimbus prowls between the ankles crowding around him, allowing his tauren room enough to barely wedge aboard as the craft lurches away from the slip.

“Vengeance Landing, Howling Fjord,” the goblin says before long. Nimbus paws at his tauren’s knee, who always seems to fall asleep on cross-realm zeppelin rides…