#kitavia

I owe you an apology for last night. It was unkind of me to let my work interfere with what should have been a pleasant evening. Unfortunately, corruption is insidious and prefers to slip in under the radar. A murderess in our midst could not be ignored and the proper handling of her case became my responsibility the instant I was made aware of the situation.

It still confounds me that they would go so far as to let the woman's own Orc 'retrieve her memories,' when he was the very creature to cordon them off. I am sorely tempted to pursue criminal charges against that Orc on behalf of Silvermoon City. Tampering with evidence, accessory after the fact, assault, mental manipulation... The list goes on. I was somewhat disappointed that the High-Priestess seemed content to let a criminal 'aid' in the retrieval of memories that he himself buried. I may have misjudged Lady Sunvein. Perhaps she was too distracted by the Gala to properly consider her actions. Thankfully, she saw reason.

I have yet to learn what judgment will befall the suspect. I will, of course, let you know as soon as possible. You have my word that your friend's murder will not go unpunished. Sadly, the suspect's deteriorating mental condition may take execution off the table. If this troubles you, I could at least see to it that a restraining order is in place. Such an order would prevent the suspect from coming within so many yards of your person at any given time. You may wish to mention this to your 'Highlord.'

Enough about that. Thank you for allowing me to serve as your escort. You were lovely company, and your presence made the evening quite enjoyable. Would you consider attending such events with me in the future?

Thank you. Think you're the only one outside the Family really looking, but Aeri should be joining you soon. I'm working on a more secure means of communication between the three of us. This way you'll both be able to get in touch if anything goes wrong. 

My head is killing me. Figured I'd stay in the city overnight, try to catch up on things; got a nasty dose of reality instead. I don't know how you lot can stand one another. All the pretense. How do you do it?

You know, I haven't had that problem in years now. I don't have to lie or pile on the bullshit and theatrics. I say exactly what I mean when I mean it and it works just fine- unless I'm saying it to one of you over complicated breathers. You creatures lie to yourselves twelve times before you get out of bed, don't you? How you haven't exhausted the will to live is beyond me. It's hard to grasp that I was ever one of you.

You sent a short letter. You're getting a lot of unsolicited bitching in return. The fact is, I'm tired of all of this absolutely ridiculous melodrama. I don't care who sleeps with what or whom. It has never been my 'thing' to tapdance around delicate elven sensibilities. What I remember of being an elf was all fire and blood and vengeance. To look at them now, I wonder if that life was real at all. It can't be possible that these petty little self important brats are the Sin'dorei. 

I have to say this to one of you or I'll spend the rest of the night screaming it in my mind.

We were going to conquer the world. We were going to use the Horde, not fuel their front lines, not give our best kept secrets away for pointless massacres. Theramore? How did that ever happen? Someone should have put a knife in that pig's belly long before he got his filthy fingers on a mana bomb. And no, this isn't treason, because guess what? We had a revolution led by a troll. Yes, a troll. 

Nope. I can't think about this right now. It's too ridiculous. You know what? It's not my problem. I'm not an elf any more. I quit.

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