Tuurem didn't look like anything Kang had ever seen before, yet it felt more like home than most of the other glimpses of crewmates' worlds he'd encountered. He knew immediately who had conjured it up; it was obvious with how many other draenei were going about their business.

He'd seen a bit of Nehaalista's tussle with the undead elf, on the Observation Deck, but he'd been too far away to do anything before Stacy had stopped it. Curiously, he sat down next to her, "A festival?"