Kanta Wildsabre
Insein,
I still am at a lack of word of how to put this letter together.
Through the battle I began to realize that you were not trying to kill me, else I would have sent my Frostsaber after you. Although I continue to find chunks of ice still stuck to my armor, I take notice that you did not want to end my life, simply subdue me.
For what reason? I do not know. I know you as a Tear, but I know you as a Forsaken that had feasted upon the fallen allies of the Sentinels that fought at Astranaar. Despite what you call an honor and tradition of the Forsaken, it is still something we see akin of chopping down our trees, or pissing on our dead.
As for the potion? ...
While...
As I said, I am at a lack of words how to put this?
I suppose... My mate and I thankyou?
I might suggest that you ease up on some of the herbs, however. Too much sometimes has a rather ill reaction that can cause vomiting. Other than that I believe your "Love dart" and whatever intentions you have with it may work.
Just avoiding making your opponent or test subject violently ill.
Marksman Kanta Wildsabre.
Marshal of the Templars of the Rose
Commander Sentinel of Ashenvale
