readbone, it was my pleasure to hear that a recruit shows passion for the art of hunting.

although in life we would have never considered ovrselves as great of a marksman as either the dwarves or the high elves we took our pride for the love we carried for the wilds,

befriending animals into long loyal companions and feeling the rhythm and the call of natvre in every gust of wind, every groan of the river was something that brought vpmost joy into our lives.

adapting to nature was one of our greatest and most noble of goals, yet as we have experimented with what comes after a restless death, we can no longer adapt to nature, it seems that

nature itself will need to adapt to us, meet me by the graveyard, it is there i shall teach you of my past experiences and a few tricks for you to survive and claim your vengeance against the lich king.

for the banshee queen, for the forsaken.