#fraen

[A letter arrives, stamped shut with a compass-shaped wax seal.]

Sachiel,

    Been some time! I wish I could deliver this in person to be honest, but I am currently in Kul Tiras trying to understand just enough about the art of mogu fleshcrafting to properly create an enhanced prosthetic arm for a pandaren. Long story, I know, I can already feel you doing that thing where you stare at me unnervingly with your mask on in silent judgement. Maybe after I’m done we can get together for a lunch or you can tell me about your latest projects or just play the piano... I don’t know, we’ll do something sometime.

    You were right, by the way. Feel free to get the ‘I told you so’ out of your system before I visit! Gods, the woman broke our engagement off and practically helped the guards arrest and torture me for punching someone-- almost, anyway. Much disillusionment has occurred with the Order, and several of us have jumped ship before it can sink and drown us all. But, that’s a whole other story to tell!

    What spurred this letter was that in all the chaos of leadership and people in my life it left me thinking a lot about you and the old days. I guess it hit me that I’ve never properly thanked you for what you did for me when you took me in and gave me a job. Before I dip into the sappy shit: let me warn you this letter is happening once and never again! That being said when I joined you I was in a bad place without that many real attachments or skills to speak of. You, and Cern, and everyone in the Crimson Skies gave me so much but mostly those two things, people who weren’t just some woman I slept with or some demon I forced to my side. Fighting beside you all tested me in ways I could never have imagined, but provided with the tools to become something I don’t think I really started appreciating until a year or so ago. Most importantly of all you stayed by me even when we fought or disagreed. You’ve been reliable and stable during times when maybe I didn’t give you a proper reason to be. So for all of that, for the way you stuck by me and the way you made me better by pushing me? Thank you.

    I suppose I’ll finish the sappy part of this letter by stating that when my wife died to the curse, I believed so much that new lovers or more power would be the solution to filling that void she left, but... when I look back the thing that saw me through to the other side was the friendship of people like you. So thank you for that, too.

    All of this shit being said, I know you don’t like to show weakness or ask for help but if there comes any day under any condition anywhere on this world or others that you need someone? You call me, and I’ll be there. Then I can stand in the back and be slightly helpful while you go in to make it look easy just like the old days! Until that time, you know how to reach me and I will trust you to stay safe.