I awoke months ago. I watched the ones that called themselves Horde. I followed the orders of my Lady, Sylvanas, the reason I was a free being, the one that kept me, and others in my condition, unlike those of the Scourge. She deserves my love, my respect, my blades and my body, and she has gotten anything and everything she has requested from me. I have begun this journal, these writings, as a manner of history, as a duty, for when I am dead and gone, for when my people are dead and gone… for when my Lady lies dead, should it ever happen, though my head tells me it might be closer then I think… This is history. These are the writings of Sarias Bryant, Mercenary of Lordaeron, and Assassin of the Lady. Day 1 My blades are for hire, always. I refuse to take friends, for everyone is e