In his life, the Knight-Lord had done some particularly unsavory things in service to Silvermoon. His decisions weighed upon him heavily, plagued him relentlessly, and driven him to drown most of his thoughts in the bottom of a bottle for the years its been since. The list of people he had told were few, and those who knew wouldn't judge him for his actions. As a result, his guilt had lingered, his doubts had festered, and he had failed largely to let his demons rest or come to accept the course he'd taken over time. But now, here in The Grim, he was tasked to let it all go, to set his old life behind him and seek out a new existence under the call of The Mandate.
Taking up a quill and another sheet of parchment, Elek wrote a message to the High Inquisitor:
================================High Inquisitor Syreena Shadowblade,
I have completed the task that we discussed in the company of the triplets Dehau, Tehau, and Nehau. Kogrona, one of our other supplicants, had also arrived to participate in the ordeal. I explained to them the meaning of the sacrifice and gesture, along with its significance to me.
It honestly surprises me at how quickly those orcs emptied an entire cask of aged Dalaran red, the Rumsey Lager, and everything else I'd brought and presented. When I'd spoke about the last remaining Cuergo's Gold with Worm of mine, they collectively insisted that I should use it myself as a means to address my own ordeal directly, and leave behind the memories and burdens of my past as the contents were consumed. They stressed the importance of looking forward, of setting new memories with those around me, and living freely enough to face the challenges ahead.
In all regard, the triplets proved to be quite a bit more insightful than they typically let on.
I'm sure I had underestimated the potency of that old stash of mine, as by all reports, the lot of us ended up dancing atop the platform near the Brawl'gar Arena for a few hours amid a dazzling array of smoke grenades, fireworks, various hunter flares and traps and what have you as well. Lilliana arrived halfway though and stayed for some time as well. It felt more akin to a celebration than a sacrifice, but throughout the entirety of it, the triplets overwhelmingly insisted such. Admittedly, I am a bit humbled in light of their compassion and understanding on the matter, and how supportive they had been.
On the matter of what I had been using it for, I'll submit the remnants of my journals for your review. They contain my history, my past, my triumphs, trials, and shame. I cannot change what has happened, but it is my responsibility to venture forward despite it with the lessons and experiences learned along the way.
You will learn of things you will not like, things you may not approve of, but all in all, things that are in the past.
In service to The Mandate,
Elek Quentin
