Another letter from Abeke, scribbled on crumpled parchment that smells like fel smoke and crushed herbs…
Hey sis,
Woke up this morning and the room tried to throw me across it. Void Breach is kicking my ass harder than usual. Everything went fuzzy, the floor tilted, and I nearly face-planted right into my own glaives. Not my most badass moment.
The Sunwell is really struggling against this Voidstorm nonsense. You can feel it thick in the air now.
I’m gonna whip up something nasty to fight this void bullshit the next time I have two seconds to breathe. I’ll test it on myself first. Don’t worry, I’m not feeding you experimental demon juice yet.
Anyway, quit staring at the quartermaster like he’s gonna bite you. Stay safe out there. And maybe mail me more fish to sell on the AH. We both know I’m broke again.
~Abeke
(The one who protects your back while you heal our dumb asses)