Fire! Fire! *cackle*

Catastrophy! Tonight's the night we're having a farwell party for absent Zyr, and I took a hippogryph from Southshore this morning. Then the poor thing sprained its wing over the Wetlands and now we're both stuck in the swamps. Driva's dragging the girl on a stretcher towards Menethil Harbour, but I have no hopes of reaching the town before nightfall. Ooh, no dancing at the Darkmoon Faire tonight, only hard labour in darkness. Damn Driva's luck!

Driva & Brougham finally decided that walking and running sucks, so we went to a really talented engineer named Milli Featherwhistle in Dun Morogh. She invented this thing she calls a "mechanostrider" and she sells them for a bargain price. I'm not sure it won't explode beneath me, but if it does Driva will die very cool!

We were in Wetlands when we decided to call upon miss Featherwhistle, so we came home rather late. Driva apologizes for the dark picture!

I told you we were in Duskwood, right? Well, eastern Duskwood was haunted for a long time by the evil Mor'ladim. He was a noble knight once upon a time, and went to war and killed lots of orcs, but when he returned all Duskwood was nasty, as it is today. His wife was dead and he went mad and killed everything on sight including himself.

So, that's what he'd been doing for quite some time now — killing everything on sight, and people hate him lots and lots. Now, Driva the Demon Disposer wouldn't stand for that, and Brougham wasn't all too pleased either. So we killed him (again).

He was very happy for it and gave me his sword. Thank you, evil ghoul-undead-thingy.

Last night Driva and Brougham padded around Duskwood and killed meanies. It was so much fun! In the center of Duskwood there's a huge, round mountain range, and after some murderous gnome rampage in the graveyards Brougham goes: "Hey, what's in there?"

So, we sneaked up the mountainside, only to find this beautiful elven landscape with lamps and all. It felt almost like Teldrassil itself! Happy in our exploring we continued down the path, oblivious to all but the surrounding beauty.

Then Broom tugged at Driva's sleeve and I looked up and my heart almost stopped dead in my chest! A Dragon! A Dragon! My very first sight of a real life Dragon! Oh, such a beautiful, terrifying creature! The tail, the wings, the pointy nose!

I wanted to hug it but Broom thought we should leave.

There was a magical portal behind the dragon... Now, what's in there, Driva wonders?

Brougham is hiding behind a bush so I'm alone in the picture.

Oh no! My heart! Devasted Driva can't stand the sorrow! She is gone!

Zyr is gone, maybe never to return. Oh, the pain in my heart; will I live? Zyr, I miss you so much! No one was so close to me as you.

I will never forget you and you will be deeply missed.

All my love,
Driva

Dear Brougham,
It has been far too long since we last met. Driva has spent her time refining her skills as an engineer and building a fortune as gnomes are wont to do. However I have grown weary of the quiet existence and long for a Warrior's life of strife and glory.

I do wish you would join me on my forthcoming quest for fame, and I send you these tokens of power so you can be worthy of travelling by my fabled side.

My warmest regards,
Driva

P.S. The kitten has a strange penchant for toes.