Written in very cursive script denoting the maturity and education of the author
I am extremely lucky to be one of the few men that has their wife here in Draenor. I know that some of my comrades in arms would be astounded that my wife is a Kaldorei, however, it was a choice that I made quite a few years ago and have lived this double life for more years than I care to think about. It doesn’t matter, at least she is here and we’re not separated by these damned travel restrictions that the Horde leadership seems to be planning on enforcing indefinitely.
I know that I have heard that our business in Orgrimmar is booming and Zippie is already asking for more help to keep things organized there as well as in Silvermoon and Shattrath City – our Shattrath, not this facsimile here in Draenor. I don’t think that I can recall so many contracts from the Council for deserters in Azeroth before either – can’t say that I blame them all that much other than what the penalties are going to be for some of them. Poor buggers paid a small fortune to some mage to get them out of Draenor or possibly some warlock that came out of hiding long enough to have them summoned to Azeroth, at what cost of their souls, I’ve no clue. At least Zippie sends me the more serious cases before giving them out to our employees and contract workers – some of them have a lot more political connotations than I’d like for some of our people to work on. We all know what a slippery slope politics can be.
One thing that I will have to admit is that I do enjoy going to Shadowmoon Valley to visit with Amyn for several reasons. I get visit with my loving wife and I get to thaw my bones out. Why is it that the Horde feels the need to make everything for Orcs and the esthetics are left in the wind for the other races. I know that every building in my garrison is definitely drafty and gives the impression of being just stone, iron and a little mud hut thrown in for flavor. The Alliance folks are at least given places that are or seem to be more civilized in appearance than ours are. Oh well, this is the way that it has always been and I suppose will always be. I know my garrison reminds me of Northrend in the old days. Snow and ice with the wind thrown in for fun, I suppose. I never liked being out of Dalaran all that much in the old days either – I do miss my home there something terrible sometimes and I try not to dwell on all of the things that happened to change our relationships there.
Well, I thought I was going to have a quiet morning and be able to get a few personal things done here in Frostfire, however, it appears as though I have other duties that need my attention and that thwarts my relaxation. Even Pan is grumbling about it because he was getting all snuggled down in some furs and was snoring away. Ah well, off we go and I’ll try to get my thoughts written down another day.