My Dearest Toggle,
I am writing this from Darnassus. Or I should be more correct and say one of the patrons at the Saturday night bar here above the East Gate is writing it. She is offering to teach me to read and write Elvish if I bring her any gems that I find.
I have been coming back here between jobs because it is so pretty and so far way from the mess that the Cataclysm left on Kalmindor. Perhaps I might come back here to stay, when I get too old to do rogue work. That is, if I can get used to the smell of the Night Elves’ kimchi.
I wish you were here with me. At night there are so many stars in the sky. I don’t think I will ever get used to seeing them. They make me feel so small and lonely but also wonderful inside. I picked one of the brighter ones and named it after you. It’s sort of a way to make me feel like you’re with me. It helped a lot when I was on Bloodmyst Isle, helping a Night Elf find the remains of his family. Death doesn’t scare me, but I hate what it does when it separates us from those we that we love. I hope he will find peace.
I will send you another note soon. I hope Craggle gets this to you before the leaves fall.
Letters left at a Stone #4
by Rusteah Sparksoot on May 03, 2014 at 04:18 PM}