Mosur sat in one of the small Parish rooms the Cathedral had to offer. He glanced around a moment, bed, desk, small chest; smaller than the parish room he’d been allowed lodging in at the village he’d been in for the past couple months. He breathed out a soft sigh and scratched on a sheet of paper with the nib of his pen.

I seem to have misplaced my journal. The last I recall of it was the tavern back at the village. I’ll return for it in short order, luckily none there are versed in Draenei so I won’t have anyone snooping through my stuff. It should be obvious to whom the book belongs.

Back now. It’s not so bad really. Already I’m busy and seeing the signs of old ghosts. Stumbled upon a worgen, one that Merry knows. More deals with the man Xeris that left people... torn. It was familiar immediately, but took digging to get to the truth. I thought all his projects would be fixed or completed by now, and here is one more left over. I wonder if there are others. I wonder if it was just by happenstance that she came to me.

I gave the worgen a pair of suggestions. The first is likely impossible to duplicate: brother’s fix, but I have seen it work. I can’t ask him either . Merry told me that he, as well, has secluded himself somewhere. Likely that farm he spoke so excitedly about. All that help for nothing. Or the final option, finding and replacing what she gave away...likely not feasible but I looked into it. There have to be more options, but I’m no soul healer.

The Lady Die. Perhaps she knew of this deal with the devil? Sadly, she seemed not to know of any bargains or deals that had been made. It appeared the Lady was habitually kept in the dark about such things. For her own benefit, no doubt. With my questions answered, she had a few of her own. Questions about The Grey Lady, and a Man in Red... I know a few who would know the meaning of these names.

He paused and looked down at his left hand grimacing again. “For nothing.” He spoke to himself in a dangerous tone.

I spoke with Sir Ash, as did the Lady Die. A mage will be the answer for now. Ale Nor was his name, I think. I also need to see about finding my Imp; it would be nice to see her again. I must pass along a message from Sir Ash.

Not too soon to forget imparted secrets and promised help.

Welcome Home Mosur - eh?

He sighed and leaned back shaking his head at his own words that prodded fun at him. “Welcome home indeed.” He folded the note over and went to slip it into his prayer book but paused shaking his head. He slipped into the pocket of his robe instead. Some things need not be sullied with the presence of ill words.