Journal Entry
I met Jamus again last Sunday. It had been a long time. It was as if the moments we shared months ago were... well, an eternity away, though I know it is not true... To us Draenei, a few months is a mere blink of an eye. He was pleased to see me, as I was pleased to see him. I sometimes wonder if he is puzzled about why I am so quiet when I am with him. I simply do not feel it necessary to constantly speak, I feel content just being in his presence.
I feel lost now that the Destroyer has been... extinguished. I can feel a hole in the world around us, in a sense. A great evil has been banished... but no doubt, a new one will rise again. It is the great cycle of this world, is it not? We live in peace until the rumors reach our ears and we get dragged into a war. A war rages for its time, until a peace is accomplished... and the cycle begins again. I take little comfort in this time of peace, as something is always brooding underneath the surface. I do not wish to be caught of guard...
Jamus asked me what I would do, now that Deathwing has been destroyed. I had to think about it. The last few weeks I have simply wandered around, rather aimlessly, seeking to find a new path to tread. I believe I shall go to Kaskala, when possible, meet with old friends. Perhaps I will walk the plains of Nagrand again too, someday. But... I will go with Jamus, where he goes, if he asks me to follow. I feel that now, my home must be with him, as there is no physical location on our known map that would give me the same sense of peace as the one I achieve when his hand is holding mine.
