It was not the news I had wished to hear. Bhe's suspicions were apparently correct. Loche and his accomplice were, in fact, working for Putress. This, naturally, opens up an even broader mess than I had originally thought. A mess of leads to follow up on, and most of them may be tied to a single name: Sonna.

They had most of us fooled. I want to be angry about this, but Loche was not the only one who had unknowingly helped bring about the events at the Wrathgate. His cleverness does not come from empathy or social understandings, but in his pure genious and devotion to his craft. How could he have understood?

It still leaves the question of what his "masterpieces" mean. Why they are there, when they were constructed, and perhaps even how. Were they intended to be given over to the Apothecaries? The existence of the constructs is troubling to say the least.

It may be as Galvan said: shame and despair. In a way it does not surprise me, as I have done things in the past for those I have loved.

Guarthor must be made aware of this if he does not already know.

I believe we all secretly knew he was brilliant. To what degree, though, is what we may be underestimating.

Every step closer brings me more and more dread. It is a familliar and unwelcome feeling. I don't think he has built the things we've seen with malicious intent. Even if Bhe were right, what good would they have done for the Apothecaries?



Lately, when I am not chasing after hints and clues, I am revisiting the world. For now, I wander Kalimdor, assisting where there is still need. I suppose it is somewhat comforting to see that some things never change.

It occured to me that it has been a little more than four years since I started this stupid habit of mine. Keeping up diaries, journals, whatever I might think to call them.

Have I changed? Glancing through older entries, I would like to think so. What a mewling thing I was. I am almost disgusted with my past self - oh, how I should have taken the opportunity with that hourglass! How I should have chastized the younger me, warned myself of men (rogues) and the trouble they bring.

But being me, I would have ignored myself. Such is Delial.

I hope I'm doing better now.

My past and I have had our history. Throughout my years I have told myself I have moved on, that I have accepted the mistakes and consequences of the things that have happened, that I have moved on from the things I have fought so hard to hold on to. Finally, I feel as though it no longer matters - that though I may regret and miss those things that once defined me, I am no weaker, no less substantial in their absence.

It seems such a simple thing. Stupid, really. We've spoken of this often, haven't we? And every time there is anger and resentment.

We have begun to rebuild, bit by bit. Obviously it's nothing like it was, but my memories of it have gotten fuzzy. I remember moments more than the whole: fluttering curtains, armchairs, a gravel path flanked by short white fences. A feeling of warmth and safety. A feeling of a place and that place is ours.

Like rabbits.

The Battle of the Flats was dissapointing to say the least. What few Alliance did show posed no threat whatsoever to us. Even when we went to attack the cities, my squadron was not met with any defense.

Dissapointing. I am pleased, however, that we did not raze the cathedral. Most of our group was bored out of the cities, it seemed. Victory over a largely empty city means nothing.

Of... other things, there is little to say. If I am not on the battlefield, I am often in the Undercity. It has gotten quiet there and this suits me. Sasori still visits from time to time, when he is not off being cryptic.

A few rumors about Loche. None of them comforting.

Men are stupid things.

~ D.

Soon, there will be a battle. The reasoning behind it I do not know, nor do I care. It is an opportunity to fight with the Horde, and it is one I gladly take. It may be true that we have grown idle and timid at the thought of confrontation. It wasn't too long ago that Janje and Bricu preached understanding and peace, but it would seem any hope of that message still thriving has long since vanished.

Do I take pleasure in this? No, I don't think I do. But I am not naive enough to think things will change.

It will be like old times if only for a day, when war was my one and only concern.

~ D.

I've been negle A long road it's been
What is there to say that I care to repeat? care to remember?
Trouble again, but it's not all bad

Sasori.