Xanthia Lieu

You never realize how much the word “home” weighs on your mind until the place you have labeled such is gone. The burning of my “home” left me little more than scars and memories and a pair of pauldrons that may well be the last remaining “living” branches.

Their enchanted leaves change with the season but never die, the last of their autumnal colors withering away for a bareness indicative of the coming winter.

I find myself touching them often, wishing I was “home” and safe in its branches once more. A peace and calm I have yet to find again.

I cant help but peer down at the worn key in my hand, Ashraen’s insistence that I accept a place to sleep having won. For weeks I have spent my nights aiding others, prowling...

Kynnaria,

I have done as asked and searched for your loved ones, I am afraid that this letter comes with news I wish I did not have to deliver. I managed to locate the remains of both your beloved Saber and your dear friend. 

As much as it pains me to inform you of this I also wish you to know I gave them a proper burial and in time they may help the forests of Darkshore regrow.

I am sorry and pray that Elune be with you in this trying time.

In humble Service,

Xanthia Lieu

The feeling of the Sabers patchy and mangled fur left the druid in tears, "I'm sure you were good and loyal to your beloved Kynnaria," she whispered to the freshly covered mound as she placed a seed in the small hole she left, her hand cupped around...