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I have been reflective recently, in the wake of the great struggles of Argus, a pensive sort of dourness that I can scarcely seem to shake. My father would describe it most assuredly as a ‘mood’, and one that must be be done away in a hurry. It is a recurring dream that causes it, I believe. Flickering embers fading away against the void, and while the imagery itself shouldn’t cause concern, I admit a terrible dread whenever I experience this dream. I have given thought to seeing a specialist, but truly I am not sure where to even begin, no matter my growing want to have this puzzle explained. A matter of randomness, very likely, remarkable in no regard other than it has repeated, but something calls me to investigate further.

Regardless, it must wait.

It has been a busy time, these recent months. The ongoing conflict against the Burning Legion has occupied much of my time, and what time I may spare is given to the service of Lady Laurentis. I have had friendships suffer due to this preoccupation, and that is regrettable, if unavoidable. I fear for Caedenal, and often pray for his good health and fortune, that perhaps the Light may bless him with some measure of calm. His actions, I often find, are entirely too hard to measure as agreeable, but I would mourn him if tragedy were to befall him in the north.

My part alongside the Army of Light has been played, and I am sorry for it. My brother-knights among the Hand will hold my eternal respect, but it would take a fool’s thoughts to reckon ourselves as their equals. I can scarcely begin to comprehend the horrors that they have faced, the sheer scale of their ongoing crusade is a humbling thing to consider on its own. I am bettered by my time at their side, and Light willing, I will be allowed to return before the war is won.

Until then, I will serve as I may within Stormwind.