Azgup and I traveled a long ways. Westfall isn't the richest nor the prettiest thing to look at. Its been through wars afterall. Our King doesn't want to help out the people of Westfall. King Varian Wyrnn, what a king he is. Can't even keep himself from being captured by the Defias. At least he escaped, but then only to be captured by orcs and made into a gladiator. I've only heard rumors of how well he can fight. Azgup just looked at me. He knows this story too. An imp of the Burning Legion knows of human affairs since the war.
I can't keep going on of the history of Stormwind. Hell I've never been there before. I think they tried taking me to the orphange there once. I ran. Being in the company of other humans really never floated my boat persay. I'm a loner and I prefer that. But this imp. This imp I can stand the company of. I've never had that feeling before...
"Mistress, mistress don't kick me!"
Standing there shocked, "Why would I kick you Azgup"?
He stands there shaking as he holds up a letter. "I did not give this to you right away mistress. Please don't beat me."
I took the paper from him, curious to what laid inside.
"Too often people like the followers of the Holy Light scare those curious about true power into thinking they cannot investigate any form of the arcane-not all things from outside this world are evil. Not all entities seek to dominate or subjugate others. If you are powerful enough, those same entities can become the followers.
This is something I would like to discuss more with you. Seek me out in the graveyard on the right side of the abbey.
-Drusilla La Salle"
"Drusilla La Salle? Who the fuck is she?"
"Your trainer mistress, in Northshire in Elwynn Forest."
"That's a long fucking way just to meet someone."
"She seeks you mistress, just as I sought you out from the Nether."
"I guess we'll seek out this Drusilla and see what she wants. You know I hate being around other humans."
"Aye mistress that I know."