“‘Owever... Yer actions do have concequences and ye do not belong in th’ Alliance Army any longer. Ye are t’ be immediately stripped o’ yer rank and dishonourably discharged. Ye are also t’ serve out a sentence in th’ Stormwind Stockades.” Lebryn lowered his head at the ruling, knowing the career of the man next to him was over. He sighed heavily, not wanting the outcome but it was better than what was initially guessed; no death penalty came for former Master Sergeant Rhandyll “Randy” Masen. Turning to face the man, Lebryn placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder though no words were shared between the two. He gave his fellow Lordaeronian a squeeze before two MPs approached and placed the Druid in chains. As Randy was escorted out of Westbrook Garrison and taken to Stormwind Stockades to serve out his sentence, Lebryn couldn’t help but feel sadness in his chest. He respected the man, liked him even. Whomever was to take Randy’s place would have massive boots to fill.
