Contracts in Dalaran

Hillsbrad again. Damn… figured I’d only be around long enough to drop off a set of ingredients that the alchemist there was needing, but then there was just so much work that needed to be done.

I– I was contracted to go to Dalaran, or its outer ruins and–

Aysera was there. Why can’t I keep it together? That feeling of being here before didn’t go away, but I thought for a second it was more’n a feeling. I was actually starting to… what… remember?  Damn it. Then some Dalaran mage had come upon us, and if it wasn’t for Aysera’s voice calling me back to my senses, I might have suffered some rather unpleasant burns.

But I won’t forget, and I can’t deny it now. I remembered something real, something concrete. In my memory it was dark, and my body hurt all over, down deep in my muscles–must’ve been sometime shortly after the Sunwell went, when even people like me were feeling the aches and pains for the loss of the magic source. I was talking with someone, and my dream comes back to me: “Do you know why I’m here?” I’m asking this person, and for some reason, they’re frightened, cringing back away from me…

There’s a viciousness in the question that scares me. I ain’t a person to shrink from violence, but the feeling in the memory is ruthless and cold.

Why don’t I remember this? What happened?

I have to know. Aysera already suspects something, I’m sure. I can’t do this alone–guess I’ll ask for her help.  I have to know why I was in Dalaran, what I was looking for.