Written in very cursive script denoting the maturity and education of the author
It feels much better to me having my freedom restored to where I can travel between Draenor and Azeroth. Luckily for me, I have most of my people trained to the point that the Garrison can pretty much run itself – however, if hostilities start developing, I will be sent for regardless of where I am. Poor little Zippie has her hands full keeping things running with the company and now she must be my personal messenger if needed or at least know where to reach me.
I am still adjusting to fighting demons again on Azeroth and adjusting to the new command of the Horde. It does make me wonder sometimes if things are going to run smoothly with our new Warchief because her history does not bode well for future peace. I know some of the things that she has done didn’t sit well with the rest of the Horde and I know that her people are sometimes a bit hard to deal with, however, she is the one that seems to go her own way regardless of how others feel about things.
Poor Vol’jin said that he was given a sign as to whom should be the next Warchief and I sometimes wonder if his vision wasn’t tampered with by the poisons of his wounds. His faith in his LOA and his endurance through past injuries and near-death at the hands of assassins, was a remarkable feat for any man, however, it does give you pause to wonder about his mental state there at the end. Could he have just handed us over to another insane power-monger like Garrosh turned out to be? I know that I feel like the Dark Lady is much more dangerous than Garrosh ever thought about being, at least you had some idea of where his mind was going. The Lady is a mystery in so many ways.
I know that some of the things that I write about in my journals could be considered treasonous in so many ways, however, I make sure that things are hidden away where prying eyes will not find them too readily. There are times that I truly miss Agatha and the way that she would always take care of things for me at the house in Silvermoon. There are other things that I am missing about her too – we did indeed have a special relationship that had lasted for many years.
Oh, Agatha is still in my employ and is still at the main house in Silvermoon, however, I haven’t had time to go visit with the people there just yet. I was too busy rebuilding my relationship with my wife and getting used to being able to see her in Nagrand and Shattrath like old times. We have discussed trying to buy the house back in Dalaran and I think we would both be happier if we had that property again even though it would take a lot of work to get it restored back to what it was when I originally had it. I know that it will be a foolish expense with the politics being what they are, however, it was the first home that I ever owned and I worked very hard to achieve that status symbol and to open Morningstar Enterprises.
At least now that we are not in Draenor all the time, I can finally go back to having some privacy and a bed of my own to sleep in without having to prowl around and find one that didn’t look like it had been used recently or “borrowing” someone’s residence to set up shop for a few days.
I know that I am happy that I can move around Azeroth freely again. Draenor was different and the people there were happy that we had come to help them after all the trouble that Garrosh had stirred up, however, I know that some of them won’t be joining us to fight the Legion, which makes me sad. I had hope that some of the people would feel the need to join us, however, I understand that they are still rebuilding from the past tribulations that visited their home world.
I honestly don’t know about the other people; however, it does seem like the demons are bigger and stronger than the ones that we have fought in the past. Maybe it is because I am older and somewhat wiser in my strategy than I was when I was a young hot-headed Ranger. I know that the Fel stench takes days to get out of my nostrils and quite a few trips to the bath to get it out of my skin and hair – that smell is like none-other. I can see that it disorients some of newer recruits sometimes and they are constantly fighting against the fright of seeing these beings that they have only heard tales of before. Sure, I’ll admit that I get a bit frightened sometimes too because it seems like a never-ending cycle and the demons keep coming.