Great Vol'jin, I wish to ask for your wisdom, even if it is like this, in prayer. Some - many - would name me a betrayer. So be it. If your spirit sees fit to hear my words... I myself am human. A paladin. And against all I was made to believe, I had lost my heart. It belongs now fully to one of the Darkspear, to one of your hunters, who I love above all. Our path will not be easy. I do not ask for comforting words. But I do ask for your blessing. I do ask for hope, if there is any to be had.
it be not unheard of fo’ a human to fall for a Troll, nor can it be blamed. I meself have found humans to be… Intriguin’ from time to time. Curiosity can be a powahful ting, an from what I undahstand about engineerin’ form da Goblins, apparently opposites attract. It be, in a way, natural to find attraction to dem considahed ya enemies.
Howevah, what I don’ have experince in be da Light, an’ da ways o’ da Paladin. No trolls I know of have chosen dat pat’, so I have little to reference it wit’. I have seen many Blood Knights from Silvahmoon City, as well as da Sunwalkahs of T’undah Bluff, but dey be very different already. I assume ya human Paladins have ya own ways and restrictions.
So in dat respect, I cannot say anytin’, I do not know ya laws, ya rules, or whatevah oat’s ya have made.
But, I do know a ting about love.
I know dat it beats all mannah o’ promises or oat’s. It dismantles hatred, an’ blurs lines drawn from war an’ even deat’. It be a powahful magic, strongah dan any we can control.
I also know it don’t need blessins to work. Ya have mine if ya be wishin’ it, but in da end, one ol’ Troll’s feelin’s don’ mattah. Da only ones dat do mattah are da Huntah’s who own ya heart, and ya’s.
Ya have dose two, den nottin’ else mattahs.