Commander Braghaman Larethian

Bad News

Braghaman heard his family out in the backyard and was walking in that direction when he heard a knock at the front door. Sitting on the floor next to the front door was a mace, which Bragh picked up and held behind his back as he reached for the doorknob. Opening the door, he found a young man dressed in armor and wearing the colors of Stormwind.

“Good afternoon,” Braghaman offered cautiously.

“Sir,” the young man said, offering a salute which Braghaman quickly returned. 

“What can I do for you?”

“I was sent with a message for you, sir.” They young man held up an envelope.

Braghaman took the envelope and turned it over. On the back was his name written in bold, black strokes. The paladin frowned slightly as he recognized the handwriting.

“Do you need to wait for a response?” Bragh asked, looking up at the young man.

“Not that I was told, sir.”

“Okay. Thank you for this delivery, son. Head on back to Stormwind and if there’s something I need to address, tell them I’ll do it right away.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”  The young man saluted again and waited until Braghaman did again before turning to leave.

Braghaman stood at the door and waited until the young soldier was on the road back Darkshire before he shut the door. He placed the mace back on the floor, then he stepped into the living room. Sitting down at his desk, he opened the envelope and took out a single sheet of paper. As Bragh read the letter, his frown deepened. His head drooped and he rubbed his face, letting out a slow breath.

“Not Darnassus.”