Memoirs: Necessary

I took the box from the banker, and ignored the look he gave me as I sat in the corner and just stared at it. When it had arrived in the mail it had been covered with brightly coloured paper, wrapped in a bow, and topped with a sprig of holly. A Winter’s Veil present, the old witch’s note had said. I had been suspicious, I had learned to become so after her previous gifts, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of the familiar box under the paper.

It had gone straight into the bank, unopened. While I had not been able to bring myself to look at the contents, I also had not been able to bring myself to destroy them. It would have been easy, there were plenty of bonfires around Orgimmar, but this was a tangible part of my past, and I could not let it go.

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Memoirs: Community

It was a strange thing to face. Those who used to be your friends, allies, family, now the ones who would strike you down without a thought. I knew it, had known it since the Dwarf had struck me down, but it was one of those things that continued to nag at me. I had hoped that the trip to Elwynn would resolve it for me one way or the other, but it just left me in a worse position. So many who greeted us warmly, and so many others that attacked without provocation. Unless, our presence and existence are provocation enough, which I suppose they are for some. That was a message I could not help but hear throughout the journey, and it should have made it an unpleasant experience.

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