[Story] Thorns – Harrier’s Journal
February 7, 2017 Leave a comment
Risarra sent me a letter. She was kind enough to just write “Elf” on it this time, rather than Sorias. Which is funny, but the mail carrier knew who it was for and I’d rather the whole city didn’t know about my old name. It was a surprise, I hadn’t expected to hear from her since the last time she wrote, about the demons in Ashenvale. I’ll admit I was a little worried — maybe she was writing because things had got really bad there. But they hadn’t. She was just asking about the old man who’d come through a while back. I’m not sure why she thought I would know where he is. Stormwind’s a big city, and there’s more than one elf here. If he’s still here, I haven’t seen him, but I’m sure he’s good at staying hidden. I know I am, if I want to be. Even if I had, I sure wasn’t going to tell the Sentinels where he is. Good on him for finally shaking them off his trail. I don’t want to lie to her, but I’d definitely lie to the others. Fortunately, I don’t have to — I haven’t seen him nor do I know where he went. Risarra asked if I remembered Avanniel. I do, she’s a horrid harpy. I’m guessing that’s the one who is looking for the old man.
Risarra wrote that the orcs are more or less gone, but there are still some demons. That was a relief, whatever my own feelings toward Ashenvale and the sentinels, I don’t want it burned down or devoured by demons. Most of them — Risarra included — wouldn’t do very well here in a big city. Let them stay safe in their forest, far away from me.
The goblins have started to put up their decorations for their holiday — ribbons and paper hearts everywhere. As far as I can tell, it’s purely invented to make a profit, yet no one seems to mind. They line up to buy gifts for people every year. I guess I can understand, I like getting gifts for people. I just think I’d be more enthusiastic about it if things were different. The person I want to buy things for isn’t interested, and I know Nash will be disappointed if I don’t do something for him. I know he liked the dragonhawk, but I’m not sure what else he’d like. Usually people buy chocolate or perfume or something, but I don’t think he’d really want either of those. Gilnean wine is becoming too expensive now, because it’s been all used up, but I heard there was a vineyard that’s going to try growing it here. I don’t know if it’ll work, because I know things like the soil and the weather affect the taste of the wine, but I’ll buy some when it’s for sale anyway. I also know those goblin dresses are definitely not Rose’s style. She’d sooner strangle with me one than wear it. Pretty sure Nash isn’t into dresses either.
Hopefully I figure out something in time. I have a while yet, I think.
And I should write back, though I guess it’ll be a short letter.