Terzhuzadan’s journal · thread IV
Companions, guilds and the words exchanged on the road.
I travelled alone today. Mordo and Sarvis spoke to me, and Sarvis greeted me as "mage" and said that to laugh in the face of death has become second nature to our people. Later Isabella, a trainer of my own craft, greeted me in kind.
Sarvis greeted me as a mage and said that no other people on Azeroth have suffered as we have, and that laughing in the face of death has become second nature to us. Later Isabella, a mage trainer of the dead like myself, greeted me and named me for what I am. I traveled with no companion today.
I spoke with no one but the dead and the Forsaken who gave me orders. Mordo, Sarvis and Isabella, the mage trainer, each greeted me in their own way. Sarvis said no other race has suffered as we have, and that laughing in the face of death has become second nature to us.
Sarvis greeted me as a mage and said that no other people on Azeroth have suffered as we have, and that laughing in the face of death has become second nature to us. Later Isabella, a trainer of undead mages, greeted me in her turn. I walked alone otherwise.
I travelled alone today. Mordo and Sarvis spoke to me, and so did Isabella, the undead mage trainer, who greeted me plainly as a mage.
I travelled alone. The only voices were the dead who had a purpose: Mordo, Sarvis, and later Isabella, who greeted me plainly as a mage trainer and called me a mage.
