Z,

Where are you? How are you?

I worry about you more than you understand. I don’t know if you’re now, or if you’re later, or if you’re before; it’s distressing. The idea of you getting stuck somewhere in time leaves a sick feeling in my stomach that I cannot properly describe. Please keep me updated so that I know you’re at least coming and going from now. And that you got this. That would be nice. For once.

Dalaran is, more or less, the same it’s always been.

One of the younger human students that likes to frequent the library has taken to accusing me of dabbling nefariously in dark magics. Her professors find her presumptuousness amusing, but I simply find her irritating. I’ve told her several times, yes, I do work in dark magics, that’s my job. And for it, I’m policed more heavily than the prisoners in the Hold.

She remains unappeased, and intent on finding a way to have me removed from the city.

She wasn’t like this before Umbric and the change. I suppose something about my bluer skin unnerves her.

I do wonder, though, if it’s a prejudice she’s simply hidden until she had better reason to voice it. I suppose nearly being consumed alive by the void is as good a reason to complain as any, for an idiot... ignoring, of course, that I survived it, free thought intact.

How are your whispers? Are you fully in control? I’ve found a few new simple warding and stifling spells I can send you, if you’d like to try them.

Oh! A sizable donation of Azerite came to the Alliance not long ago from---some adventuring group or another, something about a lamp maybe? Anyway, the Alliance has gifted part of it to the Unidentified Magics research team that I work with on occasion. A fascinating development! It’s been great fun experimenting upon it. Thus far we’ve found no similar properties in any other known magical substance, from now or deep in our histories. There have certainly been magical substances lost to time, but it’s so very rare to come across an entirely new one.

Some of the smithies have been crafting weapons infused with diluted versions of the Azerite. If I can find a nice pair of daggers, I will see what I can do to have them sent to you for collecting. Or playing, I don’t really know what you do with all the weapons.

All of my love, Z, and Korvyn sends his love as well.

Please be safe. You’re all we have.