Letter: J.V.

V.,

It is quite all right, friend. I know that you are a busy man and that your work takes you to the far-flung corners of Azeroth on a regular basis. Speaking of the far reaches of our world, I recently spent a fair amount of time in the north. I saw with my own eyes the remnants of Southshore. It was once a home… now it is nothing. There are rumors among the survivors in the Highlands that the people of Southsore themselves became part of the sentient ooze that slithers through the rubble. Do you know if there is any truth to that claim?

But onto happier topics: my strength is, in fact, returning to me. Aside from traveling from one place to the next, I am making a point to lay low, so to speak. My wound is healing nicely and my ribs are beginning to disappear. I smoke less. Perhaps this little sojourn is what I needed.

With my health returning, I find that I may not need to make further use of your contacts. Though I am, as always, ever grateful for all of your help.

I foresee my return to the south happening in a short while.


Regards,

P.