The Sound of Opportunity Knocking.

This has to be somewhat quick, as I need to get on my way towards Shadowfang Keep in a few moments. It’ll be my first time fighting alongside the Silverlord and Lady Kar’lei, so I suppose I can hope that I don’t make any stupid mistakes. But, eh, if I do? Things happen, and we’re all still learnin’.

The other night I had to go to the Undercity for the first time. A nice Sin’dorei lady saw me looking around all confused and helped me find my way in. Well, sure I’d've found it eventually, but I’m not the kinda person that’s gonna scoff at a friendly gesture, right? I dropped off an amulet to Lady Sylvannas, and she weren’t too happy about it. Can’t rightly blame her.

It felt kind’ve sick to see her. Not ’cause she’s dead, cause really I ain’t squeamish about them Forsaken folken like everyone else seems t’be, but… them Undead, they’re just so sad, innit? Just a sad situation.

Don’t like to think about what it would be like, never feeling warm again. I’m not a minion of bloodlust like some’ve us Sin’dorei, but I think I’d face the Nether rather’n never feel my heart all caught in my throat right before I fall onto my target. Or losing the feelin’ of plunging my blades so far into the gut of some creature that my arms’re encased up to the elbow, their body hot and twisting for the last time. Hell, just missin’ the heat of a lover’s breath, that dizzying fire… for all of what? Immortality, maybe. But what good’s the immortality of a stone-like thing?

Best get going.