Gloved hands pushed the canvas tent flaps aside as the Kaldorei slipped into the faint morning light, the war trodden dirt beneath her feet crunching softly. The embers of the nights campfires lay in their own ashes, scattered in piles throughout the Alliances camp ground. The siege towers loomed over head, their monstrous size acting as a threatening vision of war to the opposing side.
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...