I can not believe the attitude and nerve of the 'Lordaeron' [Note: They are in Stormwind now] citizens. To think I spent years of my life saving their soldiers and farmers, and for what? To be told to get out of their Scrouge-sheltering city. You heard me, apparently they allow undead to walk freely in their streets. Next they will invite this Sylvanas over for tea and biscuits. Pah, and they would be horribly tasteless biscuits too, because they would be Stormwind biscuits.
Afterwords I had a pleasant conversation with some of my countrymen, which was a nice change. Intelligent conversation [For the most part], one boy seemed a bit... uneducated. What can you expect, I think he was a farm boy, poor sod. Easily distracted by that Gypsy he was.
That is all, for the time being. The Weather still continues charming.
