The events of the last week have left me reeling; so much has happened to me that I stole myself away for quiet prayer and contemplation. I hidden myself from sight as I observed the denizens of Goldshire go about their perverse business of wandering the streets half clothed and the drunken brawls that have plagued the streets when I decided to make my way back in to the forest to rest and reflect; as I walked down the road I heard the hoof beats of a group of riders approaching at great speed. I turned and looked at Stormwind once more as I clicked my tongue and nudged Valkyrie to move.