Unwanted Interruptions

My head’s feeling much more clear after spending some time away from Hillsbrad. I traveled to a place called ‘Thousand Needles’, and the air there was wonderfully dusty and arid, unlike the too-perfect coolness of Hillsbrad.  I had to tie my mask even closer than usual, but that didn’t do much to save my eyes when a strong gust blew. And the way the Tauren have set up camps at the top of these ‘needles’, the giant rock formations way up in the sky… well, it sure is a sight.

I’ve also been spending my time battling in the Gulch and the Basin. My hard work didn’t go unnoticed–today I was able to pick up a nice new pair of boots, which I sorely needed. They’re possibly my finest piece of armor so far: this Horde sure does reward well for those that would defend it, and I ain’t got no problem with that.

However, what’s buggin’ me now as I write this…  the first meetin’ for the Silverguard was today. Aside from a couple irritating encounters with a human, things seemed to be going nicely, when this gorram mage decided to step in. Never seen the elf in my life. She was standin’ around for a while, which didn’t really bother me none–after all, Silverguard business ain’t naturally the dishonest type, and if citizens wanna be onlookers, let them gaze on at the might and power of the arm that would defend ‘em, right?

Then, then she decides to start some trouble. Creating that mage-fire around her arms. I didn’t wanna go disruptin’ the meeting, so I walked around the back of the crowd and made my way to her. Politely, ever so politely, whispered to her that she could sit tight or I’d be happy to escort her out. She told me something like, “Sit back and watch the show”. What is that supposed t’mean? Course, I wasn’t gonna settle for someone making any kind of show out of one of the Silverlord’s meetings. Told her I’d drag her out if necessary.

 Then she said something a might curious. Something like, one, I wouldn’t be able to be draggin’ her out and two…

The second part I don’t even want to write down. I know it’d be safe here, but  it just don’t feel right. Ain’t my secret to confide in writing, in a magic book or not–when I talked with Arathael about it later, he told me not to tell anyone, save Alkaiser.

 I’ll let it burn inside of me, for now, suppose.

What I do know is that I certainly wouldn’t mind meetin’ our little Mage friend for a chat in the darkest stretch of Murder Row. But no, that ain’t acceptable now. I’m part of this Silverguard–don’t just gotta be responsible for my own actions, but how they reflect back on everyone else. Beatin’ her within an inch of her life probably wouldn’t please anyone, let alone the Silverlord. Don’t mean I couldn’t always just give her a good scare, though…

Other news is, Rasar’s left. Or rather, Alkaiser forced him out. Can’t say I disagree overmuch with the decision. Rasar seemed like he had a damn good mind, came from some good experience. I’m not one to judge, either, but it did always seem like maybe he wasn’t in the right place. He asked me to give Aysera his regards, and that ain’t a promise I’ll be forgettin’ any time soon.

 I’ve got a headache now, probably from dealin’ with that Mage. Don’t want to go to sleep angry. Maybe I’ll take a walk somewhere.