Nyx

It is Tuesday evening. The weekend has died down and I am not back to questing. High command is having me stay in Alterac Valley indefinitely. The spirit of the Horde makes me glad that the Sin'dorei are part of them. The combination of physical might and magical power produce the most potent combination known to the realms: An unstoppable military force. Many of the battles have been victories. Other times, we get litter runts that don't even meet the non-existent standards of the Alliance.

This morning, I received a package in the mail. It was from some of the orphans in Nagrand. Evidently, they miss me. I miss Nagrand as well and long to return there.

Friday

I don't know what time it is. All I know is that I have a splitting headache and a dream that I usually don't remember. I don't know if it was from the orcish grog I drank last night. All I remember is some shaman saying this:

"Two brothers were at war,
the third shall settle the score"