#sharlen

  Master.

     Aid is required from you. I know you have disillusioned the past with your new life, but one is asking for your help in the shadows. As much as I hate to admit it, I’ve grown soft on my skills. Training is needed for this shadowstalker once more. I’ve made my decision to resurface.                                                                                                              M.D.

The ex-director pressed the missive to her lips as she’d finish sealing it close, only to hand it off to one of her agents. “Send it to Mr. Grey.” She murmured quietly as she turned around to her her newly acquired desk. 

Sharlen would look to her with a side glare. “You know what you’re doing right? Usurping everything? What’s doing this going to prove, Diaage? There’s nothing left for you here. No goals, no direction. You never were one to grasp at the pitfalls of power. The Regent Lord won’t be happy, not after how you left the last time. I’ve had to take years to repair everything when you dropped off the face of Azeroth. This isn’t going to solve your problems. This isn’t going to make things return to what they once were.”