Telarri sat in her chambers in her garrison, wondering about many things, her sister, Andi, among other things. She dwells on her sister for a moment, staring down at a portrait she painted of herself. It hung on her wall in her bedroom, so she can look at it every day. Will I find her? She wonders, staring sadly at the painting. “She was such a talent..” she murmurs to her pet, absently scratching the wolf’s ears. He whimpers though, laying down, next to his mistress, putting his large head on her lap. “She was so beautiful” she whispers, remembering the long silky purple hair, a strong kaldorei, she was a warri
Telarri received a scroll today. from the Argent Crusade. The messenger was very polite, and nodded, and left. She cracks open the seal, and begins to read. Her eyes widen, shocked to the core. "Ely!!! she cries out, reading the parchment over and over again. Her sister..still around! As she continues to read further however, she sighs sadly, "She's of the Ebon Blade.." she murmurs, gazing at the portrait of her sister. She sits down, writing a letter, addressed to the contact she needed to speak to. She writes with elegant script, The letter goes as follows:
"Dear Brakian Brassbeard.
I would wish to speak with you about family matters. Ple