I didn’t think I deserved to live at all. If Ohiska had not found me, I’d be dead. I’d spent my last few bursts of fire trying to extinguish anything that came close to trying to help me.

I don’t remember how long I was in Booty Bay for. I lay in a cot, depleted of my will to go on, for some time. At some points I was spoon fed, quite literally, by Brother Ohiska. I didn’t think I could get any lower than to have so weak and small a male of our kind be the one to care for me.

Nursed back to my full health, I’m feeling very sober. In many more ways than the obvious; the intoxication of the last few months had left me unable to think clearly, but now I see. I was meant to live. I was not meant to die, even if I have always believed that my life’s end shall come at my own hands.

I shall return to Orgrimmar tomorrow.