Silver Bastion

((The big conclusion of Kinza and Lorcian's trip to the Outlands was bittersweet.))

There is a little dirt path running through the Terrokar Forest, which is too large to be called a trail and too small to be a proper road. In places it is completely overgrown, with herbs and shrubbery. The tracks of wolves and warp stalkers line it, and moths have spun their cocoons overhead. Lazily it winds its way South and East, drawing ever closer to the Twisting Neather. Eventually, it turns a corner and drops away into shattered space.

Kinza brushed one dark and across the brown paper package, listening to the crinkles for a moment. Then she slowly pealed it away to reveal the long gleaming blade. Ravager's End was so long that Kinza needed both hands to swing it.......

I had a strange yet lovely supper last night. Venison seared in an open fire, until the outside was charred black, and the meat inside dripped with sweet juices. It brings back memories good and bad. There were the tense nights in the demon infested wilds, roasting talbuk steak over the flames. There was also the first beautiful night when Akayla brought me out of the Exodar. She had a fire burning, and a stag cooking upon it. That was the first night that I saw the stars of Azeroth. We lay about for hours, nibbling on the meat, and catching up on the long years that we had lost in separation. I was giddy with happiness that night, and drunk on the wine of my sudden freedom. I had to return to the ship in the morning. For I was still badly crippled at that time. However I will always remember that beautiful night for the joy that it brought through the dark.

I need to be quick while writing this for my patient has begun to stir. He is the second severe casualty that I have healed in as many weeks. I had just returned late from the fairgrounds, when Dyna brought a woman named Diane to our doorstep. She had been tortured by the forsaken, bones broken, skin pealed away, one eye gouged out. I could write here of how the sight of those injuries gripped me with fear, or of how I struggled to summon the light to me. Yet I know full well that I have teased that night apart in my mind, until the last detail has been set out for display. The girl lives, she sees, she walks, she is mending, which I suppose is all that any healer can ask....