The Forsaken’s Lament
It’s been weeks since I last spoke with my partner. A quick request to send my weapon to another, that’s all. I waited in an empty Orgrimmar for word … none came. I decided to wait this out among my own people, those who understand me best.
Since we’ve been together she’s always spent time with sweet, silly Cat and her pets. I didn’t mind. But now it’s different, now she rides with another Warlock … still human … pretty. She knew this Warlock before we met, I don’t know why she’s come back.
I can’t help but wonder if I’m at fault. Is it my silence? I don’t think so, she of all people understands companionable silence but then what … what have I done? I don’t know … so I wait here in The Undercity walking familiar streets until the day she returns. I am patient. I know she will return. She would not forsake me. She would not do that to me. I wait.
Sometimes I think you can have an overabundance of imagination in a bad way. This is what I think poor Sasche feels. She doesn’t know that she’s been put aside over nothing she’s done. Horde is so quiet on my server at least when I’m on, it was impossible to do much of anything. Yes, there it is, I feel sorry for my virtual character, I feel guilty.
It’s not the only time. Almost every day Cat uses poor Morulu the Elder to level baby pets. He always tells her, “These old bones have much knowledge to impart.” I cringe. He’s so polite and nice and she’s about to kick his ass nine ways to Sunday.
So yeah, I’m hoping Sasche will read this and know she’s done nothing wrong. I’ll be back Sasche.