a piece of parchment is lost somewhere between Stormwind and Westfall....

((Soundtrack suggestion - Dance with Dragons | brunuhville))

the 11th day of november-

duty compels me to board the ship from darkshore to stormwind today.

the sea carries the scent of kelp and salt. the salted droplets stain my vials.

the wood on the dock is beginning to rot. it creaks when the dwarves pass. their feet strike the ground with surprising force despite their short stature.

a mage stands near me on the dock.

why are mages always so full of life and mettle?

mages put me in mind of birds. too observant, too cheerful.

h̶o̶w̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶y̶ t̶o̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶ a̶t̶, n̶o̶w̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶n̶.

this one is fond of strangers. he has just asked where I am bound, and why. he need not know. i will ignore him. 

upon disembarking the vessel in stormwind the mage narrowly missed my shoulder whilst he blinked up the cobbled ramp.

o̶n̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ h̶o̶w̶ m̶a̶g̶e̶s̶ s̶t̶u̶d̶y̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ s̶u̶c̶h̶ d̶e̶v̶o̶t̶i̶o̶n̶, t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ t̶r̶a̶j̶e̶c̶t̶o̶r̶y̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ s̶e̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ f̶e̶w̶e̶r̶ w̶a̶l̶l̶s̶... a̶n̶d̶ e̶l̶v̶e̶s̶.

today i learned the arcane does not cover depth perception.

hence, my business is with rogues.