Had been hoping to make it to pancake night last night, considering it was the first we’ve had in a while, but didn’t quite wind up managing to get there in time. Must’ve gotten to Cathedral Square a couple minutes or so after everything’d wrapped up, arrived just in time to catch Eunie on her way home. She mentioned Khaalia’d been there, hadn’t heard the news up until that point about Jack not having been around as long as he has. Can’t help but wonder what has happened to him, really…guess there is the possibility there that his illness took a turn for the worse somewhere along the line. Whatever’s happened, can’t have been easy for Khaalia considering that the two of them were apparently engaged. Came as a bit of a surprise when Eunie told me, considering the two of them hadn’t really been in a relationship all that long, but…well, guess whatever the story is, not the sort of thing that’s likely to make him disappearing any easier on her. Think that’d be the third engagement the Sigil’s had this year. Hope the other two we’ve had pan out a little better…should talk to Sarah about hers next I see her, actually. Know she was wanting to hold off on sealing the deal until after her scars’d gotten all healed up. Would’ve been a few weeks ago now we had that conversation, so might be at the stage by now where the two of them’re wanting to go ahead with things. Then again, guess you don’t want to rush the two of them if they’re taking their time planning things out. Something to put a little thought into before the next I see either of the two of them, I guess.

Got onto talking about kids while we were hanging around out there, mentioned that Agnes has been talking lately about wanting some of her own. Haven’t really told anybody else this before, written about it at all, but told Eunie I’m not really all that sure Strahm’s the best person to be having them with. Not that he’s a bad guy or anything, necessarily. I mean, I get on with him just fine, guess I’d consider him a friend. Just not necessarily all that sure about their long term prospects. I mean, I know opposites attract and all that, but you have to admit Agnes and Strahm’re pretty drastically different people. She’s polite, business-like, basically everything he’s not. Guess all the silliness and jokes and that is amusing for the moment, but just get the impression it’s the sort of thing that’d get annoying after they’ve been together a fair while. I mean, raising a kid isn’t exactly a short term thing. Signing yourself up for at least sixteen years of pretty hard work. Want to make sure you’re doing it with somebody you can rely on to be there, have your back, somebody you’re not gonna wind up not being able to stand the sight of before you’re halfway through. All that said, guess I don’t really know all the intricacies of their relationship, everything that goes on behind the scenes. Setting aside the kids thing, do think them being as different as they are’s done the both of them some good. Well, Agnes, at least. Don’t know if Strahm’s settled down at all since they’ve been together, but she definitely seems to’ve loosened up a little. It’s a good thing, really. Dark as the world can get at times, have to be able to laugh a little when the opportunities come around.

Speaking of darker things, wound up asking about Eunie’s uncle. We’d been talking about the ship a little bit, got to wondering if she’d heard any news or found out anything new about the whole situation since the last time we talked about him. Turns out there hasn’t been anything all this time. Not even a hint to go off. That said, think she might be thinking of starting to look into it a little more, trying to track down any sort of paper trail that might be left from when he disappeared. I mean, there’s bound to be something out there. Documents, charts, manifests, all that sort of thing. Wouldn’t be many sailors who’d let a shipload’s worth of cargo go out to sea unaccounted for. Just a matter of finding the right people, right documents, following up on them the right way. Guess there’s no guarantee it’d be easy or that the outcome’d be what we’re both hoping for, but I think Eunie can pull it off. Never know anybody quite as good at getting people on her side. Besides, figure the Sigil or a few people in it’d be willing to lend a hand, considering telling them you’re going somewhere dangerous is a sure fire way to get half a dozen people or so following you there.

Saw Sinafay yesterday. Think she’s been busy out of the city these past few days. Probably not a bad thing really, if it saved her having to think about all this business that’s been going on with the Golden Law the past few days. Sounds like she’s been occupying herself trying to get back in touch with the elements. Got water figured out now, but that was only on account of how grim the whole situation with Osbern was looking after the fight against Bordros, how desperate she felt. Hope she doesn’t go looking for more situations like that…maybe wasn’t such a good idea on my part to wonder out loud whether you might need a combat sort of scenario that wasn’t going your way to figure out how to use fire again. I mean, wouldn’t like to see her go risking herself without good reason. Still, don’t go so far in saying that as some other people. Got to talking about it with Argonas. First time I’ve seen him in a long time now. He seemed to think she should give up the whole shamanism thing, wanted me to try convince her as much for him. Get the feeling that’s just as much to do with his views on shamanism as wanting her not to go putting herself in danger. Seems to think that the Light’s the only proper pursuit for a draenei, went so far as to call shamanism a hobby at one point while we were talking. I did ask her to try keep safe as much as she can, but asking her to give it up completely was a little more than I was willing to do. I mean, regardless of what their traditions are, it’s obvious from the way she’s been since she lost her connection to the elements how much it means to her. How happy it makes her. I mean, Argonas is a good guy, a friend, but she shouldn’t have anybody asking her to live her life a certain way just to make them happy. Sounds like she’s had to hear enough of that sort of thing already. If she’d listened, don’t know her life’d be in nearly as good a place as it seems to be now.

Eunie mentioned over the comms that the Haethons were doing some sparring out front of the cottage just as that conversation was wrapping up, so the two of us figured we’d wander over in that direction, check it out. Only saw a couple of fights, these two worgen women to start off, Iadric and Rhett after that. Rhett had a pretty solid victory in that one. Did some pretty serious damage to Iadric’s armour, ended up throwing him straight out of the ring. Just about wound up getting hit while he was flying. No permanent damage done, thankfully, although had to shuffle the work schedule around a little to make sure I had time to patch up his gear. Speaking of armaments, actually, think I might see about tracking down a wooden sword. Eunie was talking about getting back in fighting shape with her staff and fists, way she was back when we met. Figure we could do some sparring together to help her out, if she’s interested. Think Agnes is doing some more training as well, actually. Arrived at the sparring ring in her training armour. Talked to Stehl about it a little, about maybe trying to learn a couple paladin techniques. Don’t think she’d be keen on it if it meant giving up on the shadow at all, but guess she’s probably got enough knowledge with the Light that she’d be able to put it to work protecting her or as a weapon as well as just for healing. Figure she’s in good company if she is looking to learn that sort of thing. Between Aurric and every other paladin in the Sigil, don’t think she’d have any shortage of potential mentors.

Was a bit of an issue between Strahm and Rhett. Got into an argument, I guess on account of the history they’ve got, ended up fighting each other. Balderos and Stehl didn’t seem to think it was too major of a situation, seemed to think it was all in good fun, although I got a little more concerned myself with the sorts of things they’d been saying beforehand. Wasn’t reassuring when they started using magic against each other. Think Rhett ended up using blood magic, of all things. Heard people calling it that, but could’ve figured it out alright on my own from the way it smelled when all this smoke started pouring out of his armour. Don’t think anybody was too happy to see it. Agnes threatened to wipe his brain if he uses it against our people in the future without their consent. Sounded like Devoner’d talked to him about it before, wanted to confiscate his armour and weapons as a punishment for disobedience. Don’t know if he will’ve been successful in that or not, resistant as Rhett was sounding to it. ‘Specially for a guy who defines himself by combat as much as he does, doubt you could come up with anything more humiliating. Guess that’s their concern, though. For my part, just talked for a little with Stehl, Iadric and Balderos about that sword Iadric’s planning on having made, what it’d take to get one empowered with dragon blood. Mentioned I know a Twilight drake, that one I caught during the war in Dragonblight. Wonder how he’s getting on nowadays…don’t know if I’ll need to track him down again, but guess that’s an option to help them out. Don’t think he’d help too willingly, but I guess we’d find out if we had to go down that path.

Gloria ended up being born yesterday. February 12th, ‘round about noon, maybe a little bit beforehand. Eunie’d started having contractions the evening before. I’d been working on Iadric’s breastplate all day, ended up getting home about half past eight or something like that, and by then I figure she’d already had one or two. She was…well, calm’d be an understatement. Definitely a lot more composed than I was when she told me…she’d already had the presence of mind to get herself a little bag packed for us to take with us down to the Quel’Talan. I’d gotten the chopper ready a couple of days beforehand, put a couple cushions in the sidecar so that the ride wouldn’t be quite so bumpy if we ended up having to make a dash down to the harbour. Good thing I’d gotten it done in advance. Not sure I would’ve been capable otherwise. Should’ve seen the way my hands were shaking when I was trying to get the keys in the ignition…ride down ended up being at a slightly less uniform pace than I normally would’ve liked, between panicking and speeding up and then remembering that I needed to go slow to keep it from being bumpy. Wasn’t really much cause to be worried, at least at that stage. Like Cainam said, might’ve been if the contractions’d been coming ten or twenty minutes apart, something like that. As it was, we managed to get down to the ship and get ourselves all settled into the rear cabin a good while before things properly got underway. Had a sandwich, courtesy of Matthes. Two of us even managed to get a little sleep, which was probably a good idea. Ended up being a pretty long night…no issues or anything, thankfully. Had been a little worried, considering Lassair’s still out of action down in Nethergarde, but Cainam ended up handling it just fine.

Turned out pretty well. Gloria’s healthy, a decent sort of weight. Appetite’s around about where it should be. Eunie didn’t seem to have any issues with feeding her, so I guess that’s one less hurdle to worry about. She’s maybe a little quieter than I might’ve expected, but hopefully that’s not a sign of any underlying problem or anything like that. Either way, I think the three of us’ll be staying on the Quel’Talan until Cainam or somebody else gets a chance to look at her and Eunie, just make sure that everything’s as it should be, aren’t gonna be any surprises once we end up taking her home. She’s got a lot of hair. More than I think either of us would’ve expected. Blonde, closer to Eunie’s than mine, but I guess there’s a chance that it might darken or something as she gets older. We started putting a few plans together for things we’d like to do, when we are able to get her home. Figured it might be nice for the three of us to head out and wander around the outskirts together, once Eunie’s got her shapeshifting figured out again. Figure that won’t be too difficult a process, considering how quickly she seemed to pick it up when she was first learning. I might need to start doing some more cooking on account of Eunie being meant to eat an extra meal, considering she’s feeding Gloria. Morning might be a good time for that, before I head off to work, wherever that ends up being. I can cook stronger meats now, now that Eunie doesn’t have to worry about her stomach acting up. Picked up a box of holiday chocolates while I was out last night, so we’ve already made a start taking advantage of that. Other thing we talked about was having her baptised. Think Eunie was keen on doing it twice, once in the cathedral or something like that and then another time out in the woods or something along those lines. I kinda liked the sound of the idea. Maybe not the most traditional way of going about it, but I don’t think sticking to tradition’s necessarily our strongest point to start with.

Wouldn’t have minded just sitting there all evening, but there was a little work to be done. Gather from what Beras said when I got there that there’d been another incident down south, something about dealing with a plague of some kind near Surwich to placate some orcs or…something. I don’t know all the details. I’d taken my signet off during the night, only heard about what was happening on account of Eunie telling me that they were asking for somebody who knew how to do transfusions. Eunie said she’d be alright on her own for a little while, so I headed down. Didn’t really need to, in the end. Others’d taken care of most of the wounded by the time I got there, then Belindlice ended up doing the transfusion after I’d gotten things set up for her. Still, got a good chance to talk to her. She said she’d seen a guy in red armour or something who’d waved and then disappeared when she looked back. Wondered what I thought about it. Could be something to be wary of, but if she only ever ends up seeing him that once, figure it’s just as likely to be the fatigue and the heat and dust and that playing tricks on her than anything serious. Speaking of serious things, heard this story about how her husband’d tried to prank her one time by propping a bucket of water on a door. She ended up getting back at him by doing the same with one of mud. He apparently kept the bucket as a trophy for a good while afterwards. Never really pictured Belindlice as a prankster…then again, guess that would’ve been before she went through a lot of what she did. Told her the story about that one hunting trip I took Catherine on, just before I headed back to Stormwind to pick up those chocolates and head back to the Quel’Talan for the night. Not a bad trip, really.

That was it, really. My first day of being a father. It’s…well, hard to describe the feeling. Just holding Gloria or sitting there while Eunie is…aren’t many things like it. Not sure I’ve really gotten my head around it just yet…then again, figure I’ve got plenty of time. Not planning on not being around any more for a long, long while yet. What that means as far as the way I live my life…not really sure just yet. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see how things go. Figure that’ll be the case with a lot of things, from here on out. Just a matter of taking a lot of things as they come, crossing bridges as we come to them. Don’t expect that I’ll ever really know everything there is to know about being a dad, but I guess that’s life. You never stop learning. Long as I keep just picking things up where I can, doing my best, I think I should be alright.

Did manage to get Gwenelle’s sword to her yesterday, before we headed north to try get Cainam back. Managed it, in the end, but I guess I’ll get onto that in a minute. She seemed pretty happy with it. Said it was perfect, in actual fact. Couldn’t take all the credit considering I’d help on the sheath and the chasing on the hilt, not to mention the enchantment on the blade and to make the embossing a little more sturdy, but guess the design at least is mine. Wonder if I could see about getting more into that sort of weapon business in future. This sword and the one for Sarah are definitely some of my favourite projects I’ve ever worked on. Definitely more interesting than making standard issue falchions and longswords and that to go to weapon stores. Actually, speaking of Sarah, turns out she and Matthes’re back from some kind of vacation they were on. He was on the mission. Good to see him again. Should hopefully get the chance to catch up with her again soon enough. Anyway, back on track, do quite like the amount of customisation that goes into making a weapon like that. Bound to be a few wealthy people in the city who wouldn’t mind having something along those lines. Guess it’d be tough to get a similar result without knowing them as well as I do Gwenelle, but something to maybe think about.

Anyway, the mission. Headed down and met people on the docks after I’d arranged some last minute supplies to get sent up to Menethil, just in case we needed an emergency supply run. Didn’t need them, so figure I’ll maybe head up that way Sunday, get them back from Burt and pay him what I owe him for asking around, keeping his boat in port for the day in case we needed it. Had a fairly big group of us. More than a dozen in total. Like I said, Matthes was there, then there was also Rosalinde, Stehl, Iadric, Balderos, Gwenelle, Lumenar, Mitta, Sinafay and Balderos. This Corlo guy tagged along as well, guess he’d been a guard for the Haethons or something at some stage, then Eunie showed up as well just after we’d gone through the portal. She’d dropped Gloria off with a sitter for the evening. Didn’t want to miss the mission, seeing as it was Cainam we were heading out there for. Really good to see her in action again. Never seen her fight quite like that before…some of the cat stuff I’ve seen once or twice, but not sure I’ve ever seen her do much fighting as a bird before. Really good for hit and run tactics. Kept swooping down, slashing at things with her talons and then getting out of there before they got a chance to hit her back. Pretty handy having her on our side, and that’s without getting into all the scouting she was able to do from overhead, and her magic with roots. Wore her out, so probably for the best if we don’t want up in any more situations like that any time soon. Still, if I do wind up having to fight again before too long, idea that I could be doing it beside her’s not a bad one.

Portal Gwen was able to get set up for us took us to that crater up in Hillsbrad, place where Dalaran used to be. Took us a minute or two to find the right path out of there heading north, but no major issues at that stage. Took a little while to decide on a plan when we got to the shore of the lake, had to pick between this rickety-looking path and a few rowboats. Ended up deciding on the latter. Couple of people must’ve gotten off-balance, got a little wet, but no issues as a result, ‘part from the smell. Ran into murlocs when we got to the far shore, but they weren’t all that hard to take down, many of us as there were. After that, headed through Ambermill, along the road down into this town near the swamps. Think it was Pyrewood, but don’t know if there might be some other smaller settlements dotted around there. All ruins, anyway. Wasn’t until we got there that we ran into any trouble, at least aside from the weather. Don’t know whether it was the residents or the Forsaken trying to hold of the Liberation Front, but somebody’d heaped up all this stuff, made a barricade blocking the road. Started trying to take it apart, but we were only part of the way through before somebody or something from the Forsaken camp up the road took notice. Guessing it was an abomination, but couldn’t see for certain, heavy as the rain was. Wound up having to take refuge in the one place in town that wasn’t falling apart, this manor off to one side of the square. Something about the gates on that place…almost got the feeling I’d seen them somewhere before. Not a nice place…residence of some kind of warlock, from the journals people were finding. There were runes drawn all over the place. Sort of stuff you’d use for blood magic. Creepy place…didn’t have to stay in there too long, thankfully. One well-placed lightning strike later and we were free to carry on. Weather picked up after that. Not necessarily a good thing. Smell might not’ve been so bad if it’d kept raining…

Road leading towards the city was covered in corpses. Ones that were still moving around seemed pretty occupied eating the ones that weren’t, so we didn’t have any issues slipping past. Things were even worse once we got into the city. You could barely breathe for the smell of rot…looked for a second there like we might’ve been able to sneak past the ones gathered up around the cathedral as well, barricades they’d put up between themselves and the gates, but no such luck. They broke through, came down on top of us. Held our own, but doubt we would’ve much longer if we hadn’t been able to fall back to the bridge as quickly as we did, slammed the gates shut. Think the worst injuries were from there. Would’ve gotten my face chewed off if Rosalinde hadn’t come to the rescue. From there, managed to find the tunnel that leads underneath the city, took that out towards the cemetery near Keel Harbour where we were meant to be finding Cainam. Good thing I’ve still got a few memories of the city’s layout from when I was there with the Scarlets. Light only knows what we would’ve come across if we’d had to carry on through the streets and then take the roads to get there. Tunnel was hidden behind a fake wall, so no way we would’ve found it just by luck.

Things weren’t much better once we got out of the city. Smell wasn’t, at least. Worse, if anything. Thankfully, didn’t take us all that long to find what we were looking for. That deathknight who set us on the trail was waiting outside the gates to some of the crypts, Cainam’s father. Wasn’t tough to fight on his own. We were ripping him apart before he used these magical tendril things to lift us up in the air, raised a whole lot of corpses, had them all come together into this sick-looking flesh golem. That wasn’t a fun thing to kill…still, we managed it. Didn’t wind up with too many injuries in the process. By the time we’d taken care of that, Balderos’d grabbed the deathknight’s attention, managed to put him down. Amount of effort people put into making certain he wasn’t gonna be getting up again, figure this means that we’ve seen the last of him. To his credit, didn’t sound like he was an entirely willing party in what was going on, but still, guess it’s not a bad thing to have one less threat to be concerning ourselves about.

Cainam wasn’t at the crypt the way we’d been told. What we did find was some kind of magical residue. Guess somebody’d used fel magic to open a portal out of there. Would’ve been the end of the road if we hadn’t had Lumenar and Gwenelle on hand to open up our own to follow them with. Wound up at this big sort of shrine, statues around like those ones at the Dark Portal. Looked like somewhere in the Twilight Highlands, but I didn’t hang around to make sure. Soon as we got there, there was this big eredar waiting for us, I guess a demon who’d been summoned by this warlock who must’ve been running the show. Just about did some serious damage, but it didn’t have all that good of a chance with as many of us as there were, even with everything we’d already been through that night. Once he was finished, warlock wasn’t too tricky. Tried to change into a demon, but Rosalinde, Sinafay and Miraneev managed to cut him down pretty quickly. Once that was done, all that was left was to take care of Cainam. He was in a pretty rough state. Could well’ve been killed by the drop from where warlock’d had him hanging if Sinafay hadn’t managed to catch him. Severely malnourished, few gashes, lot of bruises. Still, he was alive. Lassair, Sinafay and Miraneev were all taking a look at him last night, so figure they’ll be able to patch him up alright, even if it takes a long time before he recovers.

There was something the warlock said, something about how as long as Cainam was alive, there’d still be this portal to allow some nathrezim into the world. Don’t know whether to believe him or not. Even if I did, though, we weren’t gonna leave Cainam out there to die or anything. If some dreadlord wants to cause trouble, let him. We’ll deal with it, same way we deal with everything else. A friend’s death is too high a price to pay, no matter what sort of safety it’d give us.

Spent most of my second day of the plague down on the ship working the still, trying to get as much sea water processed as I could do. Rest of the time I spent out of the house was moving it and the other supplies around, getting them up to the Cathedral, distributed to people ‘round the city working to cure the sick. Had an easier time of it than I had done the day before. Still a few sick people around, but it looked to be a lot quieter than it had been the first day of the outbreak. Could barely hear yourself think inside the Cathedral the first day with all the sick and wounded, people in there taking care of them, trying to keep them alive. Pretty much empty the second day. There were a few people around, but didn’t look like they were doing all that much. Couldn’t even find anybody to give the jugs of water I’d brought up, ended up having to leave them just lying at the base of one of the columns. Hope it was able to do some good. Did give one bottle to this woman on the bridge while I was talking home who looked feverish, wasn’t able to go home to rest on account of the city being quarantined, but aside from that I don’t know for certain if any of what I was pumping out actually got used. Guess it’s not likely to go off or anything, if it wasn’t put to work right away. Thought about taking a jug or two home, but as far as we are outside the city, figure a little boiling’s probably all our water needs to be safe even with the main sources around the city being contaminated.

Way the city was, ended up heading home earlier than I have done most nights recently. Found Eunie and Gloria sleeping on the grass out front of the cottage. Had heard shouting earlier in the day about infected swarming the front gates of the city, but considering everything between them and us, figure hanging around outside was still pretty safe, even if it was probably a good idea on Eunie’s part not to wander on down to the ship. Live in a pretty safe spot, really…don’t know I’ll want to spend my whole life as close to the city as we are now, but for right at the moment, suits us pretty well. Nice that Gloria’ll be able to get used to trees and lakes and all that without us having to keep an eye out for wolves or murlocs. Two of us ended up taking Gloria out for a wander, wound up talking about where we would move if we ever had to. Mentioned it might be interesting to try out Darnassus or Moonglade or something for a little bit, just to see what it’d be like, but don’t know how that’d work out in the long run. Eunie was keen on somewhere a little closer to home, maybe a place up in the hills around Redridge. Didn’t actually sound like all that bad of an idea, really…could build ourselves a log cabin, get a garden set up, maybe a forge. Maybe something to think about for if we do wind up getting sick of the city, want a change of scene. Might not be quite so safe as the outskirts, but I think we’d get on just fine. No swamp monsters or anything like the ones Eunie saw when she was heading down through the Wetlands for the first time. Funny those…seems odd that something that looks to be made out of plants can be so aggressive.

Did get to talking about more intimate things as the evening went on a little. Got to thinking about this joke Stehl’d made about Balderos and Lassair getting up to various things with her in animal forms, figured I’d ask Eunie about it. Sounded like she thought it’d be a little on the weird side, which didn’t come as all that much of a surprise. Wouldn’t surprise me if a few people get up to that sort of thing, people’s appetites being what they can be at times, but our tastes so far’ve tended to be a little on the tamer side than some. Do have something a little special in mind for the beach trip, if we can convince somebody to take care of Gloria for an evening, but that’s still pretty tame by comparison to some of what I’ve seen people getting up to on the more regrettable occasions I’ve had to pass through Goldshire. Nice to be able to make jokes about that sort of thing, all the same. Speaking of the trip, know I’ve said as much before, but I am really looking forward to it. ‘Specially having Stehl on my mind these past couple of days, could really use the break, bit of time to wind down, spend some time just hanging around with friends, bit alone with Eunie here and there. Just hope we don’t wind up having trouble following us down there…do feel reasonably optimistic. Don’t want to tempt fate or anything, but I get the feeling not even the Samaritans could get themselves excited about attacking a bunch of people running around on the beach, playing volleyball and whatever else it is we wind up getting up to.

Sinafay’d gotten her horn stuck back on when I saw her Monday night. Work Lassair did getting it reattached was pretty remarkable, really. If you didn’t know it’d been cut off, you’d never know from looking at it. Guess it helped a lot that it was a clean cut, but still, must’ve taken a fair bit of skill to pull off a job like that in as short a timeframe as she took to do it. Think Sina’s feeling good about it. Must be good having the weight on top of her head all balanced out again. Had gotten used to being off-balance, but hopefully shouldn’t take too long to adjust to things being even as it did when they weren’t. She’s not up to getting any use out of her axes just yet, state her injuries from that explosion’re in, but doesn’t sound like it’ll be too long before she’s able to get into that sort of thing again, see how much easier it is without having to compensate for being off-balance. Shouldn’t be too long either before she’s able to head-butt things, maybe a few days or something just to make sure that things’re stuck on the way they should be. Kinda symbolic in a way, when you think about it. I mean, assuming that Eidrann was honest in that letter he sent about not wanting to give us any more trouble, that damage he did to Sinafay’s horn could well’ve been the trouble he’ll ever give any of us. Now that it’s all healed up, almost like a sign that we’re done with him, done with the harm he’s caused, done with the worries he’s given us. We’re free to move on, get on with our lives without him hanging over us. Nice sort of thought…that is, assuming he is being honest.

Had this pandaren guy wander up while we were talking. Jinhua was the name. Can’t remember the last one. Had this odd-looking robe with a demon skull on the front, but I don’t think he’d noticed it until I pointed it out to him. Guy’s got one hell of a rough story behind him…used to be in the Shado-Pan, wound up having his son and his wife killed by mantid while they were scouting beyond the wall. Still got his daughter around, sees her now and then despite the fact that she wound up joining the Horde. He might’ve gone with her, but couldn’t stand it with the amount of damage they’d done to Pandaria during the war. Don’t know if the Alliance’d be completely blameless in that either, but then again, only really heard snippets of everything that happened over there. Pretty friendly guy, in spite of everything. Spent a good while talking to him about all sorts of things, some more serious than others. Spent a fair while talking about how broken the world seems nowadays, how it just seems to keep getting more and more dangerous. Still, few nice places. He mentioned the Vale might be starting to get better. Halfhill apparently hasn’t been too badly affected by everything that happened there. Still got all the food, all the giant vegetables. He’s got a farm there himself. Get the impression he might still be fairly new in Stormwind, all the things he seemed uncertain about. Didn’t really get the whole concept of the Light, for one thing. Did try explaining it to him a little, so hopefully he’s got a slightly clearer picture now. Little similar to what the priests of Chi-Ji teach, funnily enough. Always interesting how you can get those similarities between two cultures from such different areas and conditions.

Eunie and I spent a little while talking to Danior, after Jinhua’d headed off. Sounds like he’s maybe not getting on too badly, all things considered. Things with the law’ve gotten cleared up, so he doesn’t have to worry about having the guards on his case anymore. He’s been able to shift to this friend’s farm out in Redridge, gotten started doing some alchemy to keep himself busy. All seem like good signs. I mean…well, like Eunie said, pain’s obviously still there, even if he’s managing to hide it a little. Figure it probably will be for a good while yet. Still, seems like he’s on a good path as far as getting through it goes. Y’know, keeping up social contacts, keeping busy, taking care of himself, all that sort of thing. Long as he keeps carrying on that way, figure he’ll make it long enough that things start feeling a little easier. Tend to, given enough time. Until then, guess we just hope he carries on, do what we can to help out. Did talk about this vacation that’s been discussed a little, actually, where might be a good idea to go for that. Eunie mentioned maybe going to Aerie Peak, seeing the gryphons up there. Wouldn’t be a bad idea. Don’t remember it being too dangerous a place, long as you stay away from those holdings the trolls and forsaken’ve got, take care if you’re wandering around out in the woods. Few things to see and do. Could be good…’specially for Danior, might help him out to have a change of scene for a couple days or something.

Think Eunie and Gloria were both pretty glad to have me back safe and sound after I got home from everything up in Gilneas. Do get to missing them when I’m away like that, even if it’s just for a day or something. Know Eunie can handle things ‘round the house just fine on her own, but do get to feeling kinda bad being away like that, being off in danger. Guess I’m not at so much of a risk when I’m looking at a battle through the scope of a rifle as if I was fighting up close and personal, but there’s still a danger there, ‘specially considering the GSI have a sniper of their own. Had one, at least. Know way of knowing if he’s around now anymore. From what Strahm was saying, sounds like that Kirge guy was able to exercise some kind of power over the people who’d had that serum of the GSI’s pumped into them, so guessing the victor to that fight wouldn’t have been too much of a hard one to guess. Guess there is something to be said for still being able to contact Eunie over the signets if it’s needed. Means we’re never really completely apart, even if we end up on opposite ends of the world to one another. Something pretty comforting about that…even if I wind up getting dragged away to some far off corner of the globe, something I certainly I hope I won’t be for a fair while yet, is nice to know that I’m never really completely removed from the comforts of home and all that.

Spent a while Monday night talking to Eunie about everything we’d come across up in Gilneas. About the GSI, Kirge, the clone things. Simulacrums, I think a couple people were calling them. Sounds a little on the fancy side to me, but I guess if that’s the proper term for whatever the hell they are, might as well start getting into the habit of using it. Kinda hoping we won’t run into those things again…didn’t fight mine or talk to it or anything, but still kinda disturbing seeing your face on somebody else. Quietly confident we won’t be running into them again. Strahm seemed to think we might do, way he was talking about running into subject zero yesterday, but I’m not so sure. I mean, whoever this Kirge guy is, with the amount of time it sounds like he was trapped in this facility, don’t know how likely it is he’ll be wanting to get himself and his children or whatever term you prefer into trouble again too soon, at least not until he’s gotten a couple of things figured out first. Whatever winds up happening, told Eunie I’d keep her up to date on it, let her know if we come across a clone version of her. Really hope we don’t…don’t know how much the simulacrums share with us as far as what’s inside their heads goes, but if Eunie’s was even a little like her, I’d hate to think what the GSI would’ve had to do to turn it into a weapon. Considering what happened with Bordros up in the Plaguelands, kinda worries me a little what it might do to me having to fight something with Eunie’s face stuck on it, even if I know it’s not the real thing. Maybe best not to think about it…figure I wouldn’t have too much trouble keeping myself up at night if I put too much thought into the details of how that might play out.

Hope she won’t get caught up in any of it, but Eunie was talking about doing some training, trying to build up her strength with her animal forms again in case something does wind up happening and she has to fight. Had been talking about it a little while back, but she’s never really gotten around to it just yet. Speaking of training, think Mitta had her weapons class out front of the cottage last night. Got held up a little at work, so wasn’t able to catch any of it, must’ve arrived a little after things were getting wrapped up. Fair few people hanging around and talking, couple who I guess used to be involved in the Sigil a fair while back. This Ova woman, for one. Think I’ve heard her name around here and there in the past. Twidd’s wife or partner or something. Mitta seemed to get along alright with her, although she did strike me as the sort of gnome Lumenar probably wouldn’t like all that much. One of those quirky ones. Seemed to be quite enjoying herself trying to rile Agnes up, made jokes about adopting her. Healer, pretty decent one from the way she handled this one dwarf who’d been sparring, so not all bad. Second one’s name was Fiorna, I think. Seemed to know Rosalinde pretty well. Introduced herself as Rosalinde’s girlfriend, in fact. Not sure whether she was joking about that or not, considering the way she was groping her and climbing all over her. Shoved Iadric’s head into Rosalinde’s chest at one stage…little odd, really, but guess the Sigil attracts those types at times.

Was a pretty pleasant evening, ‘part from that little bit of embarrassment. Two of them looked red as the tomatoes out back of the cottage…anyway, bit of joking around apart from that. Standard sort of thing, really. Y’know, bit of raunchy stuff, bit of Kialthos getting Agnes’ name wrong. Stehl mentioned something about Alwynn having a thing for him, although considering he threatened to kill anybody who tries to set them up together, guess he’s not keen on taking advantage of it. Think that was about it, really…people spent a while talking, but don’t know there was a whole lot more of note apart from that. Just nice to be able to relax I guess, spend a while all just hanging around talking and joking after everything that wound up happening with the GSI this past weekend.

First day of Noblegarden Monday. Few people were already getting really into the spirit of it. Couple were messing around with magic, changing hair colours and that for the fun of it. Gwenelle and Danior ended up turning theirs pink, though obviously the change was a little more apparent in the latter’s case given that he’s covered in the stuff. Rosa got hers changed to blonde as well. Little surprising, seeing her that way…guess it’d be kind of like if I’d seen Sarah when hers was the same colour. Get used to seeing people with just one colour, ‘specially if it’s a little on the distinctive side. Stayed away from all of that myself. Don’t think I’d look good blond…’part from that, bit of stuff to take care of, preparations for the anniversary dinner and that. Managed to track down Hisalla as well. Found her beside the fountain in the Dwarven District. First time I’ve seen her in a dress. Gift from Mottie, apparently. I’d figured she’d be the kind of person to go around in armour all the time, but I guess I was wrong on that. Anyway, managed to get the radio frequency to get in touch with Anasella from her, so I figure I’ll try get in contact with her and check she’s alright. Might be able to fiddle around with that communicator-type thing Louk gave me. Asked her a couple questions about this Branwynn character seeing as I figure I’ll end up talking to her sooner or later. Sounds like Hisalla trusts her, but…well, haven’t decided just yet exactly how much that counts for. Still don’t trust Hisalla on a personal level, sure as hell wouldn’t ever trust her with my life, but as long as she’s helping bring down the Mannoroc Pact, guess I don’t really have a choice. Maybe that’ll be enough for her to talk to me honestly one of these days.

Anyway, that was the only serious stuff for the day. Just the anniversary dinner, ‘part from that. I’d spent a fair part of the day cooking, making that chilli crab dish I did for our first love festival together. Took that and some other stuff up to this little spot I’d picked out in the mountains just above Northshire, then got myself all tidied up. Got my hair and beard properly combed, dragged out that old tuxedo that I was wearing when I got married, put a flower in the lapel. Made this little wreath to go around Broadwing’s neck, but he wasn’t all that fond of it, kept trying to peck at it until I took it off him. Still, at least looked fancy for a little bit. Got this basket of cupcakes from Gwen when she and some of the others were on their way down to the pond, then we headed off on our way. Gave Eunie her gift once we got up there, this book I’d picked out that’s all about finding and growing exotic fruits, sorts you’d find ‘round Stranglethorn and Sholazar, places like that. Has a few recipes for cooking them. Odd sort of title…storekeeper informed me that there’s one by the same title and the same author that’s a little on the raunchier side of things, far as subject matter goes, but I figured that wasn’t really what I was in the market for at that particular moment. Got onto dinner after that. Turned out pretty well really, considering it’s only the second time I’ve ever cooked that particular recipe. Might have to make it again some time, see what I can do as far as improving it goes. Has to be one of the fancier ones I know my way around.

Sat up there talking until a little before midnight. Talked about stories we might tell Gloria when she’s old enough to understand them, how things might change as she gets older and we start getting on a little bit in years, maybe when more kids come along. Mentioned grooming briefly, but I don’t think that’s necessarily the kind of topic either of us’re all that well versed in. Eunie probably knows a little more than I do, but she’s not the type to be sitting inside worrying about makeup and all that when she could be out in the woods or messing around in the garden, that sort of thing. One of the things I love her for, really. Talked a bit about what life was like back at the abbey, sorts of people who wound up there. She mentioned that there were a few nobles’ daughters there, told me about one from Alterac who went there when her parents were trying to force her into marrying somebody. Ended up staying there for a long time, becoming a priestess. Guess it was a refuge for a lot of people, stifling as it sounds like it could be at times. Think Eunie’s wondering about maybe going back there some day, seeing the people she used to know, showing them what she’s made of her life. Imagine it’d come as a shock to a few. Can’t be many who end up leaving for the same reasons as she did, going on to live the life she has.

It was a pretty good night, all in all. Had hoped to make it something special. I know I’ve said it plenty before, but before Eunie came along, never could’ve imagined my life looking the way it does now. Sitting down and reading through old journal entries that I wrote back before we were together, almost like they’re written by somebody else entirely. Someone who felt old, who didn’t see a future for themselves apart from wandering, drifting from place to place, occasionally finding a battle needing to be fought. Somebody who pictured himself wandering up and down lonely roads until the day he died, nothing but his weapons to keep him company, nothing but just waking up the next day to look forward to. Eunie’s changed all that. I’ve settled down, I’ve got Gloria in my life. I’ve realised that I’ve got a whole lot of life ahead of me, that I have got a future I can look forward to, that I’ve got somebody to share it with. Feel better with her than I did for a long while beforehand. Finally had somebody who could see parts of me I couldn’t see myself, who could make me a better person. Somebody I want to see happy, want to do everything for that I possibly can. All that…much as I go on about it, no way to express how grateful I am. Just hope she knows what she means to me.

Here’s to another year to come, whatever it brings with it.

Photo by Derek Ramsey.

Court of Honour was the other day, that one Ruin’tar’d invited us along to the day before we all headed down towards Stranglethorn. Made sure people knew about it, but wound up being just Eunie, Lassair and myself who went along from the Sigil all the same. Hadn’t really been expecting all that many people’d want to go along, way things’ve been lately and how people were sounding talking about it ‘round the campfire the night before. Guess I can understand people having reservations, considering how long the last one we got invited to wound up dragging on. Had been wondering if Ennalor’d give any big speeches like it sounds like he did last time around or if anybody’d take it as an opportunity to make jabs at the Sigil for breaking off the alliance, but thankfully there wasn’t anything like that. Bit of a speech from that night elf priestess of theirs at the start, this whole anthem almost about staying strong, sticking together and that, then they got straight onto business. Promotions, mainly. Whole lot of theirs moving up in ranks. That guy who was talking about culling the weak or something like that during the Northrend campaign was one of them, but otherwise, no issues there for me. Did set a little time aside to recognise us for helping out up there, handed out medals. Lassair and I both took ours, then we got a box to hand out to everybody who wasn’t able to make it. Don’t know how many people’ll actually want them, but guess I’ll at least let people know they’re there for if they do.

Just headed back down to Stranglethorn after that, spent the day hanging around with Eunie. Spent a while trying to catch crabs and fish, splashed around for a while in the water, just being all playful and that. It was pretty good, really. Just tackled each other in the water for a while, chased each other around, played tug of war with a dead fish for a bit. Feels good being like that for a while, just letting the animal go, letting instincts take over. Guess I’m lucky that mine line up pretty well with who I normally am. I mean, they’ve never pushed me towards doing anything bad or anything, just maybe doing things a little differently than I would’ve done otherwise. Y’know, maybe taking a deer down with my teeth instead of an arrow, that sort of thing. Have always felt pretty close to my worgen form. I mean, know I’ve said it in the past, but I don’t know I would’ve been able to last nearly as long without shifting into it as Eunie did when she was pregnant. Guess the druid thing makes it easier to keep things balanced between the animal and the human part of herself, but I kinda think it does go deeper than that. I mean, I don’t even think of myself as human anymore, at least not most of the time. My human form’s still a part of myself, but I guess it feels sometimes like it’s just covering up who I really am underneath. Guess I’m lucky to be around people who’re likely to accept it. Sigil, Eunie…guess the teeth’ve bothered Gloria a bit, but if I’m around her and any other kids we wind up with that way enough, figure they should come to be alright with it the way she is now.

Spent a little bit of time wandering around. Investigated this massive gate neat the island we’re staying on, one that looks like part of some gigantic keep built into the mountainside. Little on the odd side, really…hard to figure out exactly what it’s there for, who would’ve built it. After that, went for a run, wound up heading to that spot in the jungle with all the purple flowers, place I first hinted I might’ve been putting some thought into proposing. Odd to think it was over a year ago now we were last there together…odd to think about what it was like back then, back when we were still living in sin, if you want to call it that. Still remember our first night together, that first night of the love festival last year. Seems like a lifetime away now…lot of things that’re different, lot that’s still the same. Spent a while there joking around, talking. Put on this little show for Eunie with these couple of big leaves I found, got her rolling around in the flowers with how much she was laughing. Felt a little bit silly, even with it just being the two of us, but guess it’s something else we’ll have to laugh about when we’re old. Have heard people speculate that the worgen curse might stave that off a bit, but…well, even if it doesn’t, don’t think I’d mind too much. Figure I’ll get tired of things one of these days, want to just rest. Long as I’m growing old with Eunie beside me, stick around long enough to see our kids grow up, start living their lives, don’t think the idea of dying bothers me all that much.

Yesterday was pretty quiet, really…well, ‘part from Sarah’s shouting, but that’s not necessarily a bad kind of noise. Reassuring, in some ways.  Guess she’s pretty excited on account of the Fire Festival starting today. Don’t blame her for it. Had a pretty good time last year, all the food, all the drinking…don’t know I’ll be able to drink quite as much this year in between having to take care of Gloria and deal with work. Don’t know I’d necessarily want to either. Still, doesn’t mean there’s anything stopping me from enjoying myself, ‘part from maybe the aches and the little bit of trouble I’ve still got moving my right arm. Could use a bit of time spent cutting loose, bit of time to just eat, drink and be merry and all that. Still got one week away from helping the Golden Law to make the most of, try let that go as much as possible, plus the festivities should be out in the open enough that the GSI won’t be looking to attack. Even if they wouldn’t have any moral inclinations against hurting a bunch of innocent bystanders, wouldn’t look good for their image to get caught attacking somewhere as public as that, ‘specially during a holiday. Hopefully standard city stuff stays reasonably quiet as well. Was yesterday, at least. Beras, Iadric and Gwenelle headed out on patrols at various times, but all came back sounding bored as anything. No complaints about that on my part. State I’m in, haven’t got any desire to go out looking for trouble or to get caught up in somebody else’s.

Had a couple of conversations ‘round the ship over the course of the day that’re worth mentioning. First was when Kulara dropped by. Wanted to give her signet back. Came as a bit of a surprise, but I guess I can see why she did it. Like she said, hasn’t really been used in the six months she’s had it, plus I guess there’s nothing to stop us from contacting her by letter if we’ve got a less urgent need to get in touch with her. Should write to her more often, actually, ‘specially if it sounds like she’s gonna be trying to focus more on the Dalaran side of things for this next while. On top of that, guess the whole situation with the bombs made her feel a little less welcome hanging around the Sigil than she might’ve done otherwise. Aren’t too many people I know of who still hold it against her that she told Ennalor how to detonate them, but I guess the scrutiny she was getting when it first happened was enough to do the damage. Seems a bit of a shame, but guess we can still get in touch with her just fine, nothing to stop us working with her as long as she’s willing. That Lock guy stopped by as well, although not for all that long. Mentioned while he was around that he’d gotten that rib of his back from the demon who took it, whittled it into a hilt for this new sword of his. Don’t know I’d want to do the same if I were in his position, but at least it sounds like it’ll be a reasonably fancy sort of weapon. Meant to have runes drawn on with dragon’s blood. Turns out he’s got a jar of it his father got from this black drake somewhere in the Highlands. Think he might’ve been talking to Stehl about sharing some of it with him. Imagine he’d be able to make some good use of it with this talk of making a runeblade for Iadric.

Did get this, uh…Light. Well, let’s say interesting gift from Lumenar. Looks like part of an, uh…well, rather exotic book. More like a manual, really. Think she was planning on giving a copy of it to Sarah as well. Guess she figured Eunie and I’d be able to make some use of it. Don’t know how physically capable we are, considering some of what looks to be in there…between her having carried Gloria around for nine months and me having been knocked around the amount that I have been in my time, think there are limits on the ways we can bend. Guess there wouldn’t be harm in trying one or two bits and pieces here and there, but guess we’re maybe not the most adventurous people, far as that sort of thing goes. Kinda feel a little embarrassed at times just talking about it, at least the mechanics and that. Nothing necessarily wrong with that, though. I mean, I think we’re both pretty happy with things going the way they have been up until this point. Don’t need the sorts of things that people like Osbern and Sinafay get up to. More to happiness than just that side of things, anyway. Got to talking about Os and Sina for a little bit, actually, how Os hasn’t been around much lately. Don’t think I’ve seen him since everything down in Stranglethorn, thinking back on things. Wonder if he’s just busy taking care of Rurik. Can see the appeal of being a stay-at-home dad. I mean, don’t know I’d get on all that well if I wasn’t working at all, but have enjoyed the days I’ve been able to either take a day to do paperwork and just do it from home or where I’ve been able to do nothing at all. Like still being active, but there’s nothing quite like being able to spend time with Gloria. Won’t be this age forever, have to remember. Growing pretty quick already. Have to make the most of it. Feel pretty lucky to be in a position nowadays where I can.

Rumours’ve started floating around of Defias activity in Duskwood. Had that guy Dreuger come up to me yesterday, guy who was helping out the Scarlet priest who’d had lost his son a few months ago now, I guess a noble of some kind who’s hung around Darkshire in the past. Anyway, he told me that there’d been rumours Gavin’s son’d been delivering weapons to former members of the Defias, maybe helping some kind of attempt at resurgence. Didn’t even know the man had a son…never seen him around town before, that much is for certain. Even if he does exist, I’ve only got the name of one witness who’s seen anything going on, and we haven’t got hard evidence of any materials or anything going missing from around the smithy. That in mind, I don’t see this as anything to be getting too worried about just yet. Talked to Eleysia about it. I guess if we just keep an eye on the place, maybe send a few defenders out towards Westfall on these training runs she’s planning on holding if anything does come up.

Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had to deal with Defias. Darkshire’s been lucky, never really been the target of anything, but we did have some issues with them out in the woods for a while, back before the Cataclysm. There was a fairly big group that ended up taking over Addle’s Stead for a while, attacking a few travellers out on the road from time to time. Other concern was the grave robbers. Haven’t seen all that many wandering around the cemetery since I got back to Duskwood, but we used to find small groups of them wandering through fairly regularly, three or four usually. Wasn’t all that common, but you’d occasionally find one of them carrying a red mask with them. Not much, but enough to give us some idea of a connection between the groups.

Mottie lost her arm. Last week, during the rescue mission and that, she seemed to have this sort of brace on it to hold it in place and let her use a dagger, I guess to deal with the muscles not working after that poison she was having trouble with. Guess it ended up looking like the arm was never really going to heal, so she ended up cutting it off. She doesn’t seem too bothered by it, I guess in part ‘cause Eleysia’s offered to build her a mechanical one to replace it with. Should be interesting to see the result. I know she was keen on putting one together for Chay after he lost his, so I’m guessing she’ll be pretty happy with the chance to do it this time around. Anyway, Mottie was in good spirits when I saw her yesterday. Had a good talk about explosive arrows. I’ve still got the couple she gave me a little while ago, with the explosives sort of embedded in the heads, but I think she was planning on making a start on some that’d have the payload attached to the shaft. Ones I have at the moment’d probably be fairly effective against single targets, but the ones we’re talking about’d probably be better suited to dealing with a swam of ghouls or something like that. Probably a more common situation around here, really.

Apart from that, got word yesterday that the hunt’s back on for that faceless guy SI:7 were looking for around here, maybe a month or so ago now. We saw him around a fair amount at the time, sort of standing behind buildings and trees and that sort of thing, just watching really. Been a little while since last anyone saw him, but he has apparently been sighted, linked to some kind of goo that Trap guy had a sample of when he was around the inn. Voodoo magic, apparently. I can’t claim to know all that much about troll magic, but at least it gives us some idea what we’re working with. Like Eunie said, could well be someone in the Sigil who knows how to deal with that sort of thing. Guess we’ll have to ask around if he starts making regular appearances again.

She said yes.

Don’t know that it was ever really in doubt. I mean, we had been talking about it already, getting engaged and married and that sort of thing. Don’t know that I would’ve gone ahead if I wasn’t already fairly certain what the answer was going to be. Still, got a little nervous when I was going down on one knee. I mean…well, I’ve done it once before, but unless you’re doing something wrong it’s not really the sort of thing you can get much experience at. I sort of had to fumble around a bit to dig the ring out of my pocket. I think she forgave me for it though. Started bouncing around, getting all teary. Might’ve felt a little prickle in the corner of an eye myself, but I managed to keep it together. She seemed fairly impressed with the ring itself. Don’t know that she was really expecting anything quite as fancy as what I ended up going with, but I figure it’s worth splashing out for a little. I mean, we only get to do this once.

Even without the proposal, it was a pretty special evening. We both got dressed up a little, flew up to this spot in the mountains above Redridge by the side of this big lake there. I’d been around there earlier in the day, setting out a picnic blanket and a little wood to get a fire started, couple of fishing rods I put together with some stick and a bit of twine. We’d talked about fishing together in the past, so I figured it was as good a chance as any to give it a shot. We managed to pull up a couple of little ones, not too much of a haul, but enough to keep us fed. Eunie tried fishing in cat form, but it didn’t exactly work out all that much better than with a rod. Still, she had to take her dress off before she shifted, so I guess there’s some advantage to it.

After the proposal, we talked for a fair while. A little planning for the wedding itself, at first. Plan at the moment’s to have it in the Twilight Grove, maybe at that little shrine with the well in it. Ceremony itself’ll probably be Light-based, though. Nothing super expensive, maybe a few of those coloured bottles like at the Lunar Festival with candles inside them. We got onto family after that, I guess sort of talking about names and that sort of thing. I’m…well, I won’t say I’m completely sure, but I did suggest I could sort of go the double-barrel name route, the way some women do nowadays. Guess it’s not exactly the usual, men changing names, but…I don’t know. I mean, I guess I’m becoming a part of her family just as much as she’s becoming a part of mine. If it means being closer to Eunie, I’m alright going a little out of my comfort zone, even if it would take me a little longer to introduce myself in the future.

She said he father’d approve of me taking the name, that he would’ve liked me. I hope that’s the case. I mean, he was obviously a good father to Eunie and that. I think my parents probably would’ve liked her as well, if they’d ever had the chance to meet her while they were alive. I know my uncle probably would’ve been over the moon thinking I was going to be marrying a respectable woman with a healthy interest in the Light. We talked a little about the future as well, growing old and that. I’ve kinda pictured it a little, maybe sitting out on a porch somewhere in Elwynn in an old rocking chair. Eunie’s got a fairly clear picture of it, children and everything running around. Guess I’ve always seen the future as a little more murky…either way, it’s nice to think about.

I don’t really know what the future holds. I mean, hard to be assured of anything much. What I do know, though, is that whatever it faces, I want Eunie beside me for that. As long as I know that, I think I’ll be happy. Just hope that I’ll be able to offer her the same.

Saw Areese yesterday. I’d headed out for a wander with Gloria, wound up passing her on the upper level of the harbour. Figured I’d stopped by, talk to her for a little bit. Told her about how Gloria’s getting on. Mentioned that she seems to get a little bored if you just sit around the house with her all day. Wonder if that’s a sign she’s gonna be a smart one…don’t know, really. Guess we’ll find out. Anyway, sounds like Areese hasn’t been all that busy lately. Things’re still slow with work, so I guess that means the Mageroyals haven’t really gotten back into action just yet. Her usual book supplier’s apparently been taking a break recently, so that means she hasn’t really had much outside the ordinary to read for a little while, just old journals and the usual books down in Darkshire. Mentioned she might have to look at finding a project for herself if things carry on this way too much longer, something to keep her mind occupied. Hasn’t got any ideas yet, but I guess she’ll come up with something soon enough if she has to. Mentioned I could help her out with need be, throw a couple of suggestions her way. Did wonder for a second there if I should mention what I was wondering about a while back to do with the Light and the shadow, but didn’t know that she’d know a whole lot about those specific kinds of magic. Guess I’ll keep an eye out for things that might interest her to look into, just in case she does wind up wanting some help thinking up a project.

Wound up finding Jack, Rosalinde, Stehl and Danior in the training area out front of the cottage a bit later on in the evening. Gather from what they were saying that they’d been talking about this plan of Stehl’s to track his spirit down, essentially beat it into submission until it gets to the stage that he’s able to reclaim it. Planning on going next week, apparently, so not all that long to go yet as far as making preparations go. Don’t know they’ll need much equipment for it. Did offer to try get them some climbing gear, seeing as it’s the Storm Peaks they’re heading to, but Stehl seemed to think there should be a path straight from Frosthold leading to where they need to go. Hope he’s right on that…wouldn’t exactly be a satisfactory ending to the expedition for them to wind up standing in front of a cliff face with no way to get up it and not able to fly on account of the protodrakes flying around. Figure the main part of preparations’ll come down to research. Figuring out how this spirit’s likely to manifest itself, what sorts of powers it might have access to, what sorts of tools might be available to try mitigate the amount of damage it’s capable of doing. Guess they’ll have Danior if shadow magic’d be enough to take on the Light, but sounds like he might be busy just trying to restrain the thing from attacking. Course, question’s how to do that. Depends a lot on whether the spirit’s got a corporeal element or whether it’s completely intangible. Former’d be easier, but don’t know it’d be a good idea to rely on that possibility. Guess we’ll see how they get on, assuming I don’t wind up going along with them. Much as I might miss Stehl without a soul, will be good for him to be whole again finally if they can pull it off.

‘Part from that, just spent the rest of the evening talking to Eunie. Letter I’d gotten from Danior, mainly. Don’t think she was pleased to hear the news. If it is going on, and I figure we’ve got pretty good reason at this stage to believe as much, sort of thing she doesn’t want anything to do with. Can see why. I mean, like she said, goes against who she is as a druid, everything she learnt while she was at the Abbey. Don’t know it’s the sort of thing that it’d necessarily be a good idea for the Sigil to be involved with either. I mean, I get the feeling we may’ve done some rougher things in the past, but I don’t know that’s who we should be aiming to be nowadays. I mean…I know rougher approaches’re needed at times, but there is something to be said for not putting yourself in situations where those sorts of calls aren’t needed. Maybe not the best person to be saying this, considering I was advocating for using blood magic against the Mannoroc Pact not too long ago, but…well, do like that we can sometimes just heal or protect people without having the sort of weight on our shoulders that comes with doing questionable things, even if it’s to achieve a good outcome. Maybe not a bad time to start thinking about what we should do if we do find ourselves in a situation where we’re being asked to do things which don’t seem right. Don’t know about everybody else, but if the Law keep talking about things like killing guards who haven’t done anything but be led astray the way it sounded like they might’ve been before we headed into the crypts, might have to have a serious think about the path they’re on.

Spent a bit of time hanging around the ship before we had to start heading off to get to the lecture the other night. Talked about weapons for a bit, actually. See, this high elf…what’s his name again? I can’t recall…I’m sure I’ve heard it once or twice before at this stage. I know he used to hang around the Sigil a whole lot back when they were based up in Thelsamar rather than Stormwind, plus I know I went on a patrol around the city with him and Agnes at one stage. Not sure if we’ve ever really talked much, though…anyway, he’s with the Golden Law nowadays. He came by wanting to talk with Agnes, hoping to sort out some sort of arrangement to borrow supplies for these first aid classes he’s hoping to run, but didn’t come by at quite the right time to find her. Got onto the topic of weapons ‘cause of this rapier he had with him. Sort of weapon Lumenar’s not too fond of, doesn’t think it’s really much good against anything with anything in the way of armour on it.

Not sure I agree with her on that…I mean, it takes a lot of skill, but if you can get the point in the joints between plates and that, it can do a fair bit of damage. Still, maybe not as effective as a hammer, sort of thing Argonas’d prefer using. Takes a good amount of work on armour to make it stand up to a mace going full speed, but even that might not be enough if you were dealing with one of those totems you see tauren lugging around sometimes, pretty much a whole tree turned into a club. Not an easy weapon to use, but it packs a fair punch. Eunie didn’t like the idea of it, more because of the fact that you have to kill a tree than because of any practical concerns. Not sure the others really bought into the idea of plants feeling pain, but hearing her talk about the way they whisper…well, won’t keep me from using firewood to keep warm, but I’m not just gonna brush it off either.

Talked about blacksmithing a bit after the lecture as well. While a few of us were heading over to this bar in the military ward, these couple of paladins introduced themselves to us, Liotuse and Rosalinde Duval. Turns out Rosalinde’s quite the smith, lives and breathes it at times according to her husband. He knows a little bit himself, or at least as much as she’s had time to teach him. Might need to see if I can’t work with them at some stage…I mean, when repairs do start being needed, could be good to spread the load a little. Aside from that, always open to learning new things. I mean, I’ve only really been smithing for…what, two, three years at the most? Not a long time. I mean, I do a reasonable job, but still need advice now and then from some of the other smiths around the forge. Talked about that draenei as well while we were there, one who thought I was a ghost for some reason. Kialthos is the name. Seems like the sorts of comments I’ve heard out of him so far aren’t exactly too far outside the ordinary for him. Discussing them proved a bit of a corrupting influence on the company we were with at the time as well…it was almost a bit of a relief when Rabbit wandered in, allowed for a change of subject.

I had to head off after that, make a quick stop at the auction house, but turns out Kialthos’d actually made an appearance while I was away. Made some sort of comment to Eunie about her popping like an egg, plus a few other things about strange objects coming out of womens’ nether regions…put her in not too good a state. Scarf she was knitting was just about long enough to wrap around the cottage by the time I got home. Had to get her thinking about fawns before she’d calm down. Sorts of conversations that go on sometimes, it’s a good thing not everything raunchy gets that sort of reaction out of her. Her jaw did drop when Lumenar made a joke about having some slightly less-than-innocent dreams involving myself, but I think that’s less being offended than just not knowing how to respond. Figure I could teach her a thing or two about making comebacks, make it a little easier for her to keep a straight face. It’ll take a little practice, sure, but if she’s willing to learn, I’m sure we’ll get there one day. Guess there are certain advantages to being a scoundrel…

Got some good news Saturday night. Arrived down at the ship in the evening just as Sinafay was getting ready to open up this package that Agnes’d sent her way. Hadn’t been expecting it, so she was a little curious about what it might’ve been. Turned out to be a letter from Eidrann, of all people, or a copy of a letter at least. Had been wondering if he’d sent something to try antagonise or threaten us when Sina first said who it was from, but turns out that’s not quite what he’s got in mind. Looking for a ceasefire, apparently. Guess he figured he didn’t want the Kirin Tor on his case, although why they of all people’d be enough to make him change his mind on the whole wiping out the weaker members of society thing I don’t know. Seems to me almost like it could be a ruse. Then again, did send Sina’s horn back with the letter as some kind of peace offering. She was over the moon when she saw it. Just started screaming with joy all of a sudden, yelling over the comms, bouncing around all over the place. Figure Lassair will’ve managed to get it stuck back on by now. Don’t know whether I trust Eidrann to leave us alone for long, but…well, would be nice not having to worry about him anymore. That’d just leave Croppy on the threats list and he’s only really a danger for Mitta, Lumenar, Kulara and Kialthos, at least as far as I know. Less likely to go after the lot of us to try get what he wants. Like Cainam said when he showed up, don’t think we should take this to mean we shouldn’t try put the guy down if ever he shows his face around here again, but I guess we can at least take it to mean that we don’t have to worry ourselves about trying to track him down anymore, not that I know we could’ve done that even if we’d wanted to. Seems like that with enemies a lot of the time. They show up, give us hell, and then disappear. Let’s just hope this one’s gonna stay disappeared for a good while.

Anyway, that was the big news for the day. Just hung around talking for a little while after that. Sounds like Cainam’s planning on moving up north with Os and Sina when they head back home which I figure probably won’t be all that far off now. Imagine that’d be an interesting place to stay…think she did suggest he invest in a set of earplugs, although I guess having his own room’ll be enough that he should be able to get a little quiet. Could probably use it. Know he said he’s not falling all that bad, ‘specially after being able to help out the way he did down in Stranglethorn against the Mannoroc Pact, but I figure he could probably still use a little bit of time off his feet, damage he wound up with on account of that warlock. Course, didn’t say as much myself. Figure he’s got Lassair doing her best to drive that point home already. Khaalia and Danior wound up coming by as well. Latter wasn’t really in a mood to talk much, but the rest of us spent a little while talking about a couple of things. Outland, for one thing, little bit about what it used to be like back before the Dark Portal and everything, back when it wasn’t just a big piece of rock floating around in space. Hellfire Peninsula used to be a jungle, apparently, lot like what the swamps are now. Bit of a coincidence really, their swampy region getting linked up with ours. State the place is in now, drives home just how nasty the magic that went into making that portal really is. Guess it shouldn’t really come as a surprise that those years while those changes were happening weren’t good ones for anybody who got themselves tangled up in it.

People started wandering off at that stage, turning in for the night. Stumbled into Eunie when I was on my way home, found her staring up at the starts. Told her how Gloria’d been. Mostly well-behaved, ‘part from when she grabbed at Sina’s dress, but managed to distract her with my keys without too much trouble. Handy sometimes, how fascinated with shiny things she is…makes her real popular among some of the dwarven ladies, apparently. Like Eunie said, don’t know that she’s ever likely to grow out of that habit entirely, but do hope it gets watered down a little as she grows up. Don’t know we’d ever be able to finance her dressing up like a trade prince, if she were wanting to do that. Not all that likely an outcome, but guess I wouldn’t be doing my job as a father if I wasn’t spending a little time when I’m up late at night worrying about things that aren’t all that likely to happen. Then again, think everybody’s got their own little set of worries. Know one of Eunie’s is how we’ll handle work with the Sigil if we ever wind up having more kids. Something to think about, as time goes on. Better to be worrying about hypotheticals and that than having actual danger on your mind, business going wrong, things going missing the way that Skylight guy does. First time in a good while I’ve seen him. Mentioned he had a shipment he’d organised go missing on the way up to the Plaguelands, probably ransacked by Forsaken in the Highlands or something. Do hope he manages to track it down, but don’t know I’m gonna be volunteering to lend a hand searching or anything. If Eidrann’s really giving us a break and the threat list stays more or less empty, figure I should make the most of what rest I can get.

'Round home, things've been definitely been a little on the quieter side the past couple of days than they are out in the Blasted Lands, not that that's really anything all that difficult to attain…guess the only exception to that'd be Saturday night, after I got back from the ball. When I first got back to the ship, things were looking more or less the same as usual. Mitta'd managed to get Lumenar sitting out on the deck, was running around a little fetching water for her, but I figured it wasn't anything to take too much notice of. Figured I'd leave them be, make sure I wasn't interrupting any kind of conversation they might've been having while I was out there. After I left though, things got a hell of a lot worse. I came running back when I started hearing some pretty concerning stuff over the signet rings, found Lumenar lying on the deck with Mitta and that other gnome kneeling over top of her. As it turns out, her heart'd stopped and she'd given up breathing while I was away. She'd more or less recovered by the time I got there, but…damn. Thought for a second there we might've lost her or something, that the poison might finally've had enough kick to finish her off. Then that whole bit when she started rambling on in Thalassian or something while we were hauling her inside…

It was one of those times I wish I knew more about healing than I do, enough to be able to be some actual help, know whether or not she was gonna be able to pull through. It’s a good thing Luxiwen wasn’t too far off, Light bless her…she looked to be in a hell of a state herself, but that wasn’t stopping her from doing everything she could to help, bar any magical or herbal healing. Maybe for the best I can’t do that sort of thing…probably would’ve started blasting her with it or something, opened a whole new can of worms with that oversaturation thing they seem to go on about, reading through some of the stuff in the ledger. She wasn’t able to do much other than hold or hand, whisper in her ear, but…well, if she did anything, it was enough to make the difference. She came to after that, started speaking again. It was like all of a sudden, all the worry with the poison’d just…disappeared. Like in that moment, we all knew she was gonna be alright. I didn’t linger long, but…well, I slept a fair bit better that night than I did when I first saw her again, that night I joined the Sigil. She’s got a long way yet to come, but she can do it.

On a lighter note, speaking of joining the Sigil, Eunie got herself officially inducted just yesterday. We met on the Quel’Talan in the afternoon, while she was wearing this draenei mask she’d found. We were joking a bit about it when Balderos came on board, said over the signet that he was wanting to talk to her. See, she’d been talking earlier about wanting to speak to Lassair, trying to find out whether she’d mind having an assistant on hand. Anyway, Balderos went ahead and let her know that, with all the help she’d given the Sigil so far, they’d be happy to have her as an official member. Guess it would’ve been hard to turn her down. I mean, like she said when they were announcing it over the signet ring, the two of us’re sort of like a package deal. Still, she seemed pretty happy about it. I think it’ll be pretty good for everyone concerned. I mean, I get to be around her while she’s working, she gets better and better at healing and using druid magic and the Sigil gets themselves an extra healer in case the workload stays as high as it has been recently. Think she’s a way off being able to do the more practical side of things as well as the magic part, all the surgery and that Agnes and Rabbit do, but if she sets her mind to it, I don’t think she’d have any trouble.

With that taken care of, we got ourselves a couple of tabards. Mine’s a little loose around the sides, so Eunie offered to make a couple alterations here and there, but I wore it around a little anyway. Feels pretty good…I mean, really makes you feel like you belong to something. Feels like ages since last I had one on…I mean, it was a bit over two months ago that I left the Coalition, and I wasn’t wearing that one towards the end either. Last time I actually had any tabard on probably would’ve been…I guess one of the noble meetings or something? Maybe that mission to bring Lady Haethon back…Light, feels like it’s been years. Still a little work to do on this one, of course. Like I said, Eunie’s making a couple of alterations, then I’m planning on making it a little sturdier as well. See, what you can do is get a layer of mail and weave that into it. Adds a little protection against melee weapons, but the other thing is that if you’re getting shot at, bullets or arrows or anything like that, it’ll spread out the pressure and reduce the penetration, keep you a little safer. Was wondering initially whether I might want to leave Eunie’s for a bit, but I figure I can make it work for her as long as I’m not joining it up at the sides. That way, only thing that’ll need to be changed once the baby’s born is how much fabric there is. It’ll keep me busy for a little keeping those sets made, but until I start getting repair orders, I figure it’s as good a way to occupy my time as any.

Eunie’s pondering getting herself a tattoo. That or getting one she’s already got modified, at least. Said as much last night. See, she’s still got those three lines on one forearm from when she fainted in the city that one time and had a night elf sneak up on her, try tattooing her with a man’s reproductive organs. Didn’t get all that far in, thankfully enough, but she’s still got the lines to remind her of the occasion. Guess with me getting mine done the other day, she’s gotten to wondering whether she might get them altered a little, maybe see if somebody could figure out how to work them into a tree or vines or something along those lines. Y’know, something a little druid-y. Will say, she’s never really struck me as the sort to get a tattoo willingly, but I guess the fact that I’ve got one now and she’s already got the beginnings of one there’s enough to tip her over the edge. Guess it’d hardly be the biggest change she’d have made since she left the abbey, if she does go ahead and get it done. Think one of her main concerns about going through with it’d be the pain. Told her mine didn’t hurt all that much, but that’s probably equal parts that it wasn’t on too sensitive a part of my body and that I’ve been through enough pain in my time that it doesn’t seem so bad. Sort of pain you get from a tattoo gun doesn’t exactly rank up there with getting cooked in your own armour or having your back whipped until it’s torn to shreds. She might not have so much of an advantage in either of those respects, but figure she’d still be able to put up with the pain enough to get it done if she does wind up deciding to go ahead with it. She doesn’t really wear short-sleeved dresses all that often, at least outside of summer, so wouldn’t get shown off all that much, but don’t think either of us’re really the sorts to get something like that just for the purposes of showing it off to other people.

Might’ve carried on that line of conversation of Gloria hadn’t gotten to yanking at Eunie’s braid. She’s getting to be really grabby now. Not quite at the stage of crawling around, but I’d doubt she’s all that far off it with as active as she seems to want to be, always waving around or trying to get a hold of things. Month or so, maybe. Thinking I’ll have to dedicate some time at work to building a barrier to go in front of the fireplace for when she does reach that stage, just to make sure we don’t wind up with any unfortunate accidents occurring. Hopefully just basic metal grill should do the job, long as she doesn’t wind up figuring out how to climb over it or anything like that. Wouldn’t put it past her, actually, smart as she seems to be turning out thus far. Speaking of work, Eunie’s made a start on that coconut palm project of hers. Planted one down by the shore of the pond. She’s pumped a little magic into it already, but guess it could be a little while yet ‘til we start seeing growth even with her there to help it along. Potentially a few months until the fruit or seeds or whatever you’d call them are at the stage that they’ll be ready to eat, but I figure it’ll be worth the wait, long as keeping the tree alive doesn’t wind up taking the wind out of her sails too much. Might have to start looking around, trying to find recipes that’ve got coconut in them. Could be good for baking, maybe a good addition to slices or something along those lines. Guess we’ve got a decent while yet to figure things out for certain.

Eunie wound up heading to bed at that stage, but I stayed out a little longer, took Gloria for a bit of a wander. Got a letter sent off to that Bellinger guy just saying he’s welcome to come talk to us whenever the chance presents itself. After that, just wandered on over towards the Cathedral District. Wound up meeting Matthes there. This woman’d apparently made some kind of threats towards his manhood, but otherwise sounded like he was getting on alright. No bullet wounds or anything like that to complain about. Apologised about not having stopped by the visit Gloria, not that it bothered me all that much. Figured they were just busy. Sounds like it might be taking Sarah a little while to settle back into things, now that she’s back. From what he was saying, was one stage there where she was talking about not coming back at all, but don’t know if she was actually all that serious about that. Am glad she didn’t wind up going ahead with that. Those two’re good friends, after all. If she’d be up to it, thinking I might have to get Sarah to take me north some time, see if she could get them to let me see the blacksmiths who got her armour modified for her. Seems like they did a pretty solid job, at least looking at it from a distance. Then again, not a Strom, so don’t know they’d let me in that temple thing of theirs even if she was with me. Lot of odd traditions around the whole vindicator thing, not that I’d describe them that way with Sarah within earshot. Having her on board kinda seems like it might be a change for the better for the whole organisation. Y’know, chance to change things a little, move away from what they have been in the past. Don’t know how likely it is to survive otherwise, considering what little’s left of Stromgarde nowadays.

I did tell Eunie I’d bring her back a souvenir, that last day I spent in Durotar before I started heading home a couple of days ago. Just…well, didn’t expect it to end up being quite as large as it did.

See, I did get around to doing that last scouting run the morning before I was planning on packing up the camp and heading back home. Hadn’t expected to find anything, maybe the odd orc wandering around the edges of the marshes, but that wasn’t the case. Thing is, where I’d gotten my camp set up wasn’t all that far south of this bridge, only one that leads between Durotar and the Barrens aside from the one further north that goes straight into the heart of Orgrimmar. Road’s not entirely intact on the Durotar side with the flooding ‘round that area, but close enough to being in one piece that it’s still the main path for anybody who’s getting around by following the roads. Didn’t fall into that category myself, but it looks like this tauren warband did. Don’t know how many of them there would’ve been to start off, but I found the bodies of three of them. Some of the loyalists must’ve figured out they were coming, staged an ambush once they got onto the bridge, weren’t able to move around as freely. Cut the three tauren down, plus two of their kodos.

Was one left, though. Black hide, juvenile going from the size of it. Wouldn’t have been worth the effort of killing if the rest of the warband were either coming down on top of the attackers or trying to make a break for Razor Hill, although going by the scrapes and scratches it’s got, doesn’t look like it managed to avoid getting caught in the crossfire completely. Wasn’t sure what to do with it…though did cross my mind that I could’ve brought it down, used it for food, although that would’ve been a waste considering I was planning on getting back into friendly territory by evening at the latest. Someone else probably would’ve tried the same if I’d just left it there, but…way it was just standing around, wouldn’t have felt right just walking away. Anyway, I figured I’d see if I couldn’t make some use out of it, load it up with my packs to make the trip back over to Ratchet a little quicker. That worked out, made the trip fairly easy, so…well, figured there wouldn’t be any harm taking it back to Stormwind, seeing if someone there’d be interested in buying it if I couldn’t figure out any other use to set it to.

Course, once Eunie laid eyes on it, she had other plans. Had her bubbly as anything talking about how cute it was. Don’t know exactly how we’re gonna keep it fed, but…well, if Eunie can make tomato plants grow the way she did before I left, don’t think we should have any trouble finding some kind of solution to that little issue. She was pretty happy to see me too, of course. I know it hasn’t been easy for her, having me be away these past few days like I have been. Don’t think I could put her through that again…still want to do something to help, of course. I mean, long as Garrosh is on the throne, we’re still in danger, just like I said before I left. Doesn’t mean I have to fight myself, though. I mean, supplies, armour, weapons…are other ways I can help out besides getting into the fray, risking getting myself hurt even worse than I did when we were trying to take the docks just outside the city. Guess that’s something to think about another day, though. For now, I’m pretty happy to be back home, be able to enjoy a fire, just be close to Eunie. Seems odd to think I was only out there a few days…still got some catching up to do from when I was away. Sinafay’s had her baby, apparently, so that’ll be one of the things on the list after I check up on how Lumenar and Mitta’re getting on. Hear Mottie was out there as well, so I’ll have to see if I can’t track her down.

Few things to do, but there’s no hurry. I’m home now, safe. Right at the moment, I figure that’s what’s most important.

Finally got that talk with Lumenar yesterday, one we’d been talking about having for a little while now, just sitting down and talking over our pasts and all that sort of thing. Just sat down over a cup of tea, talked things out. Told her about how I was working down in Duskwood and ended up hearing about the Poor Knights, joined them and sort of went from there until I was in Lordaeron helping Gorven torture people. Sort of process I went through coming back from that to where I am now. Not an easy one…don’t think hers has been either. Apparently had this one guy she was going out with see a bounty poster with her face on it and try to kill her a fair while after she’d been pardoned. Fair bit to be pardoned for, from the sounds of things. Started out stealing things, picking pockets, pretty small-time stuff, then went from there to being a bandit out in the woods. Killed a lot of people, innocent ones. Got caught up in this big massacre at one stage. Think I might’ve seen the wanted posters for it once or twice myself. Might’ve even tried going after bounty on a couple of occasions, when I had a slow patch with the mercenary work. Odd to think back on that, think that now I can be sitting talking across a table with somebody who I would’ve been looking to capture or who might’ve looked to kill me not all that long ago. Funny how our lives can change…only a couple of years or so for me to go from being a Scarlet to living the way I do now, sitting around the cottage taking care of Gloria all day, just hanging around with friends in the evenings. Big shift for Lumenar as well, going from being a bandit to a knight, living with Mitta and all that. Was good to talk…think we both already knew a little bit, but guess it’s all out in the open now.

Conversation ended up getting cut a little short. Felt this really cold wind blow through the house, disturbed Gloria a little. Thought at first it might’ve just been a gust from a storm of some kind, but then we heard the hooves outside, knocking at the door. Went to open it and saw this deathknight standing outside who started talking about us being the leaders of the flies, all scurrying around at the beck and call of an ice queen trying to find a lost mutt. Once we heard that, wasn’t too big of a leap to figure out he was talking about Cainam. I didn’t talk to him much myself. Once we had some idea what was going on, Lumenar started talking over the signets, had a bunch of people show up to try talk to him while I headed inside, closed the door and got my shotgun loaded. Stayed in there making sure Gloria wasn’t too upset or anything until he was well gone, but did hear a bit of the conversation that was going on outside. Deathknight said that he had one half of a soulstone and that Cainam had the other, that whoever his master is was putting Cainam through some sort of ritual, messing around with his memories to try get his hands on that part of it. Two weeks left to go apparently, then we’re supposed to be able to find Cainam at his family’s burial plot, hopefully still breathing. Whether it’ll work out that way…I don’t know. Know Beras is keen on getting in there right away, but I think I’d be inclined to agree with Gwen when she said that, if there is some kind of ritual going on involving Cain’s soul, disrupting it part of the way through is just as likely to cause damage as letting it go to completion. That in mind, guess we’ll be waiting. Figure we’re in a good position to offer Cainam whatever help he needs to recover when he gets back, but like Sina was saying afterwards, it’s more the scars than the wounds that you have to worry about. No disrespect to Antonius or anything, but I’d rather Cain didn’t end up like him.

Sat out on the front steps with her for a while after other people headed off, talked about a few different things. Asked her about that draenei who’d been coming onto her by the pond the other night, one who sounds like she’s brainwashed that worgen I was talking to Thursday night. Paws or something, I think her name is, or at least the name this mistress of hers has decided to give her. Woman sounds pretty creepy…Xu I think was the only part of her name Sina could remember. Think she was just keen to get out of there as quickly as possible, way she was talking about her urges. Wouldn’t surprise me if she’d been planning on trying something similar on Sina as what she did to the worgen, which I guess is all the more reason to try get the guards on her case, though I don’t know how we’d track her down with the information we’ve got short of Sina offering herself up as live bait. Sort of led onto a discussion of Sina’s late husband. Caelob or something along those lines. Doesn’t sound like the nicest of guys…lot of people didn’t like him, apparently. Cheated on her one time, then there was another where it sounds like he brought another woman into the bedroom without talking it over with her first. Creepy…then again, guess he must’ve had some redeeming qualities if Sina gave him another chance, stuck with him until he wound up getting killed. Anyway, guess it’s in the past. She’s learnt from it. Guess it just goes to show the sorts of situations people can wind up in if their parents don’t take the time to teach them about relationships and that. Sina’s never got the chance, but guess it serves as an example for the rest of us who hopefully will do.

Kicked back for a while after that, let my hair out. Had been planning on just staying around the cottage until bed, but seeing as Eunie was still out and about and I hadn’t been out at all myself that day ‘part from a quick trip to that library by the Mage Quarter, figured I’d get Gloria out of bed and go for a little bit of a wander. Found Eunie and Rosalinde there, as well as that dwarf from the day before. Burgudun, I think’s the name. Seems like an alright kind of guy. Made a couple of jokes which put me a little on edge, but I think I might just be a little sensitive about that kind of thing after the guy who was talking about mistletoe belts down in Darkshire the Winter’s Veil before last. Impressive record, from what he was saying. Second and Third Wars, bunch of other stuff between then and when people started going through the Dark Portal again. Ended up tripping and damaging himself on the way up the steps, took that as a sign that it was time to retire. Ended up getting himself a little spot of land in Dun Morogh where he’s been from then up until now. Only came back to civilisation on account of his wife passing away, not having any kids to keep him company where he was. Sounds like we will be seeing a bit more of him in future. Other than that, gave Eunie the word about the promotion. She seemed pretty happy about it, long as it’s not gonna put me in the line of danger any more than I am already, which I figure won’t be the case if it mainly needs more paperwork. Did ask if it might mean a raise. Should look into that…could be useful, ‘specially if I’m supplying Kialthos with rifle grenades. He said he was wanting some to go after Croppy, so I left a crate of them out under a bush early this morning. Figure blowing that guy and his lackeys straight to hell’s an acceptable use for them. Just hope he doesn’t do anything too stupid or that’s gonna point attention my way. Don’t need the guards or SI:7 or Light knows who else breathing down my neck…

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