A letter is delivered to Westgarde Keep, addressed to the Grand Marshal. The writing on the envelope is childish, obviously not written by someone particularly skilled with letters.
My trainers told me it would be okay to write to you even though I know you’re really busy keeping us all safe. I’m really enjoying learning all of the things I need to know to be a paladin, even the not fighting stuff. I’ve learned what the virtues are, but I’m still learning what they mean. They told me the last, and hardest one, to master is compassion. I don’t understand why but I’m sure they’ll teach me and Mommy will help me as best she can.
Mommy is sick. I don’t know what’s wrong with her. My trainers say she’s suffering from remembering her life before, but I don’t understand why that would make her sick. The Draenei here just smile sadly, pat my head, and tell me it’s something she has to work through. Every day she gets weaker and her Light isn’t as bright as it was before, like when I was afraid and she’d sing the darkness away. I don’t know what to do to help her. Can you teach me what to do? My trainers are really smart and strong, but none of them are as smart and strong as you are. If anyone can teach me how to make Mommy better it’s you.
I love you, Daddy, and miss you very much.
Kisses and hugs