Sister's Letter

Beloved brother,

News reach me that you are awake from thy slumber and once again walk upon this earth. My heart is filled with joy as I look forward to the day we will see each other again. 'Tis been a long time, brother, and many things have come to pass.
My travels have been filled with great adventures since I have left the protective forests of Teldrassil. I have embarked on a great number of quests in Darkshore, Astranaar, Menethil Harbor,Booty Bay and many more. I have found temporary shelter in Gadgetzan, Tanaris. If you think Darkshore is rather grim, wait until you set foot in Darkshire, which I would encourage you to avoid at all cost. Darkshire is a foul place indeed, where an everlasting darkness reigns supreme, a mist that never lifts and the dead walk upon the putrid earth. I shudder at the mere thought. But, perhaps as a holy cleric in the service of Elune you might bring light, healing and hope into that dark place. The choice, as always, lies with you dear brother but be warned! Walk swiftly and never alone. And if you hear voices from the dark that cry to you in a childlike voice, run. Run and don't look back ...
Be wary of the Horde if you travel back to the outskirts of Astranaar, for they stalk all who pass. Not long ago a raid group assaulted Auberdine and if it was not for the aid of a priest, I would have been killed in the ensuing battle. Brave elves quickly banded together and, with the help of a few noble humans we managed to beat the invading Horde back. As revenge, the humans persuaded us and we took and held Splintertree Outpost as sign that the Alliance is strong and will strike back when provoked. Your healing powers may be needed in Astranaar, for conflict constantly breaks out between the two factions.
Booty Bay is an interesting, but shady place. It is a small dock settlement made out of, most interestingly, the hulls of old ships! Here, both Horde and Alliance put most of their differences aside and come to attend to their business. Bother no one and you shall not be bothered either. It makes me rather uncomfortable rubbing elbows with an undead warlock but I guess I have no choice but to conform.
Whitefang, my close friend and ally has been at my side relentlessly. Many dangers we have faced and many treks the poor thing had taken to the Astral Plane, sacrificing herself for me. I had traveled back to Teldrassil not long ago so she can meet with her kind once more. It was quite a beautiful sight to watch dear Whitefang run freely and carelessly the quiet plains, along with other nightsabers. I was surprised to notice how much bigger than her kin she now is. She grows stronger still.
I have made many friends. Daishanar, a most noble and strong mage of the human race has been with me in much of my adventures. Good old Sive is alive and well, ever the joker. I have not heard from Kestutis the druid in a long time. Last I we ran into each other we were in Astranaar. I am afraid something terrible has befallen him. Ah, I’m sure I am worrying for nothing.
Alas, I must hastily end this letter, for I am tired from a long journey and who knows what tomorrow might bring. Farewell, brother, and hope to see you soon!
May Elune light your path.

Shaya L. Fein