→Astrolabe 26: It started innocently enough

Dear Seol!

Common of I gets better and better if I write.

This year holiday of Azeroth Hallows End is at Draenor also. I think last year it was also there. But last year I was sad and I feared to leave Shattrath. So I did not go. But this year I do not fear, and I am also happy to get candies for I and for Seol. So I am to go!

So I got a grifon. I wanted a wivern friend, but I do not speak orc, and people suspect someone purple on a wivern. People do not suspect a purple person on a grifon. A problem was that dwarves do not sell grifons but give a gift of a grifon to big people of the Alliance. I am not of the Alliance, so I got a grifon from a goblin with a lot of money.

It was not money of you. It was money of black smith work of I. I am so happy of I.

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→Astrolabe 27: Tuurem

I saw the reason that Seol never did take me here, down there, upon the ground.

There aren't any gardens. There aren't any candles around the temple. There are still flames, though, big ones in the middle of the bones of the buildings. The Lost Ones lay down their bows and knives and smoke their fresh-caught roast: the fatty arm of a dark-skinned draenei.

There they are, eating my home.

I hate them.

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