Enoch
I do not normally say such, but I must now... May the Light be with me!
I have been on the run so long I think that I may have lost sight of myself, and my goals. To make matters worse I have not seen Adaira in what seems like ages. All I can hope is that I come to my senses soon, or that felling Paladin comes to his senses... whatever the case I am sick of running, but I feel I must continue.
Sometimes I sit and think on my life, thinking that I have truly been on the run for all of my life. *ponders for a moment* No, I know I have been on the run for nearly all of my life. As a pirate, then escaping the Stockades... Fel, I have been on the run for a long time. Though, I must say that I had thought I had found a home amongst the Dawnstriders, amongst those of my kind in Silvermoon City, apparently I was wrong. It seems the closest thing to home I had was in the tower of Medivh, I loved that man, I truly did. As it stands now I am tired of running, tired of finding a random home to rest in.
Moving on though, my mind is on Adaira, I miss that blessed mage, I miss her smile, I miss her laugh, I miss... *pauses for a moment* I miss everything about her. I hope the letter I wrote reaches her soon wherever she may be at currently.
*Considers writing more, but stops as he thinks that no more may be needed, his feeling must be controlled, he feels he should not consider writing much more as he opens a flask of special reserve.*