I sometimes catch myself pondering the number of orphans and refugees this war has produced. It's like a never-ending cycle of broken homes and missing parents. And let's not forget about all the displaced pets, like where do they go? Probably to some underground animal kingdom ruled by grumpy cats and sassy squirrels. But seriously, it's been ages since I've had my own place to call home. All I've been doing is crashing at inns and sharing tents with strangers who snore like chainsaws. The one thing that hasn't changed is that people still care about material possessions, except now instead of hoarding fancy clothes and art, they're showing off their exotic mounts and giant shoulder pads. And while I'm out here risking my life for some cause or another, I can't help but wonder...where are all the babies going? Like seriously, have you seen a happy couple strolling through town with a newborn in tow? Yeah, me neither. War may be hell, but at least it provides job security for us mercenaries-turned-babysitters. Who needs a home anyway when you have constant adventure and bloodshed? Just kidding, please send help.

There was a strange bit of advice from Draka, a brown skin orc, mate of Durotan, she said to Thrall when she asked him about if he had a mate. Thrall explained that his mate was back home taking care of their child. She said, "War is a time where family should be right by your side."

I have to say, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. People die in war, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters and even children. I try to think back on the invasion of Silvermoon when I was eight and it hurts. My stomach, my head, my eyes, and my mind won't let me see those bridges of corpse piles that were made. I've gotten used to the smell of the dead. The Undercity had a faint smell of it, but the Forsaken did clean themselves and their areas of business. I do remember the smell, but it's too terrible to think that the images I may or may have not seen are something from my memory or a bad nightmare. I can't remember or maybe, I don't want to remember.

So I went on this crazy adventure into the Emerald Nightmare, and guess what? Malfurion Stormrage got kidnapped...again. Can't that guy catch a break? And to top it off, he was barricaded in a place called Darkheart Thicket. Sounds like a rejected emo band name to me. Anyway, I couldn't take on those Satyr creatures by myself, they were too weird for me. Like, some of them could be destroyed by the Ashbringer while others were basically just living beings. Talk about inconsistent. My Aunt Telavani would say something about Light and Shadow being two sides of the same coin, but all I can think about is how tired I am from fighting all these demons and undead creatures. And don't even get me started on the Twisting Nether...what a messed up cycle of death and rebirth. It's like doing laundry, except instead of clothes you're dealing with demonic entities.

But back to the Emerald Nightmare. It's like a never-ending winter, but instead of snow it's just corruption everywhere. And honestly, who can sleep peacefully with all these nightmares going on? It was kind of satisfying to see the Night Elves getting their comeuppance though. I mean, they used to look down on us just because we didn't have an unlimited source of magic like they did. But now their precious homeland is all messed up thanks to the nightmare. And let's not even talk about Malfurion Stormrage. What a spineless crybaby waiting for his girl to rescue him. I'll never understand what Tyrande Whisperwind sees in him.

But let's be real here, I'm not one to judge. We all have our own quirks, right? Thrall may be fierce but gentle (which makes no sense to me), and Sylvanas may be a former high elf general turned undead leader, but at least they aren't as pathetic as Malfurion. And let's not forget the night elves who used to look down on us, now crying for help because they can't handle their own mess. Irony is a funny thing, isn't it? I just wish there was more action going on and less sitting around and waiting for someone else to save the day. But hey, everyone has their own preferences.

I was all set to tell you about my heroic infiltration of the Darkheart Thicket, but it turns out I needed a little backup. So I reached out to some blood elves in the area, and boy were they capable! We busted through those Nightmare creatures like they were nothing, and all while wearing fabulous white priest dresses with blue gems. Can someone say fashion statement? Anyway, turns out these elves are part of a secret group called the Silvermoon Senate, and they invited me to join them. I mean, why not? It's not like I have anything better to do than save the world from the Legion. Plus, maybe now I won't have to keep sacrificing my fellow Argent Crusade members as cannon fodder. Here's hoping this new gig as Perfectia Dawnlight, Ashbringer Highlord, will be worth it. Fingers crossed for tomorrow!