Diary: Page Nineteen

I woke yesterday aching and confused. It wasn’t until I had lain there a moment, listening to the sounds of the city, that I remembered I was in Orgimmar, not Thunder Bluff. And that out of sheer exhaustion, I had fallen asleep in my armour, much of it still stiff and new, obtained in the city of Stratholme.

The city still burns, taken over now by the dead and the lost. Zog laid a claim on the city, and I told him living there would be lonely, but I think it’d be worse than that. Stratholme feels like it’s haunted my more than just the spectres who walk its streets, and that pain hangs in the air thicker than smoke. I wouldn’t want to live there, not now.

I’m glad I went, though. Even if the night ended on a… well, I don’t really know what to call that, actually.

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