Zaerah Thistle Barrenger
Dear Matron Sunsong,
I’m writing to apologize to you for my part in the kerfuffle involving Orion and Sawni at the Academy a few days back. Unfortunately I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you face to face, which makes this missive all the more awkward to write. My name is Zaerah Barrenger. I was the dark-haired human woman on the school grounds that day, in the company of a worgen fellow named Ryloh, a few other folks you likely don’t know, and my partner, a rather enormous red wolf.
Firstly, I’d better explain the presence of so many strange boots tromping mud all over your schoolhouse floor. Ryloh got word to me that Sawni was in trouble, and that Orion was involved. Knowing what I do of the history between Orion and Sawni, I feared for her life. I lit out for the Academy in all due haste, accompanied by my wolf partner and a friend with healing skills.
Expecting a confrontation with Orion, a fellow I’ve observed can be rather stubborn and dreadfully violent, I had also alerted my husband to the situation. My husband is a member of the Stormwind Guard, who obviously have no authority way up in your neck of the woods, as he well knows. But he brought a couple reliable comrades with a notion to help protect innocents and resolve the matter, strictly in an unofficial, off-duty capacity. I do believe this accounts for all the folks I managed to herd up to your place that day.
Once Orion left the grounds, I’d intended to stay and speak with you in person. But you clearly had bigger fish in your frying pan. I felt our lingering presence was only scaring the children further, so we chose to depart.
Now that I’ve told you my part in the tale, I’d like to extend you my deepest apologies. My friends and I only wished to ensure the safety of Sawni and your students, both. It grieves me that adding to the little ones’ fright and your vexation was the result.
Lastly I’d like to apologize for the lateness of this letter. My husband has been rather ill of late, and truth be told, I’ve hardly slept a wink in days. You deserved a more thorough explanation than my addled mind was prepared to give, until now.
Ander Carmyne is a newfound friend of mine, and has told me a mite about the Academy and his students. I wonder. If you can find it in your heart to forgive us, Matron Sunsong, might you oblige my husband and me by allowing us to visit sometime? I would dearly love to meet you, your staff, and the youngsters in happier circumstances. However, I fully understand if you feel that would not be for the best.
Light bless you,
Zaerah Thistle Barrenger
