When things were trying, Old Marshal Haggard used to tell me to look for the light at the end of the tunnel. Well, Marshall, I found that light, rather it found me.
Last night started with a secret meeting, then another. I was approached by Magistrates of Stormwind. They offered to assist in the protection of those who wished to live in peace.
The first gave me hope in her smile and in a forest green bag of black opals and sapphires. This would help buy the rest of the materials needed to construct the safe haven. She offered other help. But it must remain secret and secure. Many in Stormwind would have my head for building a place where Horde and Alliance would walk together in peace. They call it treason, but this woman had a warmth about her. She meant to protect the innocent. She would soon have her chance.
The second gave me advice and the chills. Something about this woman, she seemed to have her own plan, her own motives. I am not certain yet if I consider her an ally, but I owe her a great deal for saving Merlynne.
As I left town to return to my work, I was hailed by a few friends. The Mug was having an anniversary. I had not gone out just to enjoy myself in some time. I went to the celebration. I do not regret it. The contagious atmosphere made me smile for most of the night. I saw friends, Horde and Alliance laughing, dancing, living. What was wrong with the Legion? Did they not see the bliss in living hand-in-hand instead of hand-on-weapon? A friend of mine pointed out a lovely Blood elf who had done work with the Argent Dawn as I had. I tried to thank her and tell her she was not alone, but she could not understand me. Tis a shame. I hope to see her at Tranquility's Lookout when we get it all constructed. This kind of celebration will be safe and encouraged there.
After the fireworks, I went into town to see her. She has become my inspiration and my stability. We talked, we watched the stars, and I watched a layer of her defenses crumble. We grew closer last night. I wait. I do not want to throw myself into another heartache. But last night, her arms were the closest thing I have ever felt to home.
Today I face the sunrise triumphantly. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, Mr. Haggard. That Light is love.
