Events have swept me far from the world of Pandaria. No doubt, you are wondering where I have disappeared to. The answer is…complicated. I am in Hive City. It is a place that defies my sense of logic and never fails to find a new way to put my on my toes. I am the recipient of a thousand strange stares each day, and I find that this place is hopelessly artificial. It has little appreciation for grace, or beauty…or anything that does not fit in.
Consequently, I’ve had to adjust. It may be some time before I am able to return, but I shall continue to follow the oath of the Shado-Pan until the day I die. I will not falter, and I will not fail.
I’ve met many more humans than I expected. It seems those orchestrating this experiment did not think of accommodating Pandaren, so of course, I am the only one here…thus far. It is…frustrating. I am hopeful that you are still in Pandaria, and that events are not spiraling out of control. Before my…unwilling departure…I knew the assault on the Isle of Thunder was completed, and the Thunder King dead. I wish you a swift recovery from your wounds suffered at Shan Bu’s hands, but considering your incredible tenacity, I have no doubt you will recover.
I am ultimately unable to have any effect on events back home, so I trust you and my fellow Shado-Pan to take care of things in my absence. If this letter ever reaches you…give Fei-Li a hug from me. I don’t know why she thinks of me as her uncle, but she does.
Oh, and please make sure Lao-Chin doesn’t get too drunk and is capable of filling in for me. He does have a tendency to have a small cloud of brew about his head most of the time…which is only so useful outside of combat.