It seems I've been in this desert wasteland for years, but only a few weeks of time have passed. I long for the day when I return to the fruits of our empire. I miss the small things. The food of Orgimmar, the peace of Thunderbluff, and even the stench of the Undercity. I have heard rumors that I will be asked to assist in a place called the Swamp of Sorrows soon. It seems there is no sign of the Prince here anymore so it will be good to move on.

Hopefully there I'll find more to help for our cause, and other Sin Dorei members to help in this constant battle to defeat the Alliance. Until then I can only keep up my training.

That reminds me. I've recently been trained on how to fight with mail. This is a big change for me. I spent all my time training as a Shaman in leather armor. It takes a lot longer to dawn in the mornings, but just with the few pieces the chest piece, and shoulder pads I have found, I've become a lot tougher in combat.

I've rested long enough. I need to return these elemental braclets to Kargath and retire for the night