Crusader’s Log – 1545 hours
It’s been a month since the orc’s blade made way with my flesh. A rigid slice made upon my leg and more bruises than any hand can count. I am healing well, but not fast enough. The battle goes on and I am not there to fight it. My anger grows each and ever day, but then I take my anger and reshape it into hope. Justice will be served, if not by my hand, by my brethren.
The alien Draenei are making well within the Alliance. It’s been over a year since we brought them upon our righteous wing and showed them the way of the light. Some of them still have a hard time with their shamanistic ways, but I suppose there are some you just can’t break. One particular new blue paladin has taken in my trust. Triano, you might say, was my savior in the skirmish at Dun’Baldar. He drug my aching and bleeding body from the battle while fighting off the orcish Horde and brought me to shelter. I then passed out, or so I am told.
Later that evening when I awoke, there he was, tending to my battle wounds. He is very well gifted in medicine and was probably some sort of physician before joining the Silver Hand, or perhaps in training to be a doctor. Nonetheless, he is very skilled and my scars will not thank him enough.
I have brushed up on my reading will out of commission. There is some very good dwarven literature from Filmore Stonefoot and his expeditions in the cliffs of Azshara. Never have I read something so profound in one’s discoveries and yet humorous. A well balanced portion of creature discoveries with humor along the way. Although a bit dense in the first few chapters, it picks up. A recommended read for all.
Well, it seems I have been instructed to rest.
Until tomorrow or the day before..
-Ecclesiastes
