02-20-2013, 02:41 PM
Cristovao di Silvio sat in the infirmary of Shattrath City, taking a moment from his helping the impoverished and sickly to go through some mail that had made its way to him. Looking over the brown parchments, he read aloud the senders.
"Matthew Hunter... and Royal Hastings? What could those two possibly want...", he said to himself as he opened the envelopes and slid the letters out onto the table. Picking up Matthew's first, he read it aloud.
The paladin groaned. Why must Matthew be so obsessed with this topic? He was in Hillsbrad a few weeks ago, before he returned to Outland to provide assistance to Anchorite Telah, where he reunited with his friend Dalikan Godford. The man was now an officially ordained Alliance commander, and was working to mobilize and arm the militias against Forsaken attacks from Tarren Mill.
"Tarren Mill and Southshore have been at each other's throats for over half a decade, now... why is this any different?", he asked the air itself as there was no one to speak to.
"I already told Dalikan I am unable to fight this battle. I have duties to perform, obligations to help others... I can't be caught up in another pissing match between the Alliance and the Horde. Matthew just won't get off my back... ever since he learned of mother, of Flora, he's become obsessed with the issue. Why's he always on my case...?"
Cristovao grunts and reads Royal's letter next.
"I can't believe this...", the man mutters to himself. "Gang pressing Royal, Matthew? Really...?", he adds on as he grabs his parchment and pen to write up a reply.
"... Dun Garok, though? ... sounds like it could be getting worse than a skirmish... ugh. Mother... Flora... I hope they're alright", he whispers quietly to himself. Without a second thought, he grabs a second piece of parchment.
"Matthew Hunter... and Royal Hastings? What could those two possibly want...", he said to himself as he opened the envelopes and slid the letters out onto the table. Picking up Matthew's first, he read it aloud.
Matthew Hunter Wrote:To Cristovao di Silvio,
You are hereby summoned to Southshore to fight under the command of Dalikan Godford against the Forsaken menace.
-Matthew Hunter
P.S. Undead attacking Southshore. Told you so.
The paladin groaned. Why must Matthew be so obsessed with this topic? He was in Hillsbrad a few weeks ago, before he returned to Outland to provide assistance to Anchorite Telah, where he reunited with his friend Dalikan Godford. The man was now an officially ordained Alliance commander, and was working to mobilize and arm the militias against Forsaken attacks from Tarren Mill.
"Tarren Mill and Southshore have been at each other's throats for over half a decade, now... why is this any different?", he asked the air itself as there was no one to speak to.
"I already told Dalikan I am unable to fight this battle. I have duties to perform, obligations to help others... I can't be caught up in another pissing match between the Alliance and the Horde. Matthew just won't get off my back... ever since he learned of mother, of Flora, he's become obsessed with the issue. Why's he always on my case...?"
Cristovao grunts and reads Royal's letter next.
Royal Hastings Wrote:To Cristovao,
I rarely write one of these damn things... Don't even know what to really even say... Matthew just pressured me into sending you a letter...
Well, we are doing well here, lost a lot of men including the Dwarves of Dun Garok...
Maybe you could help us... I have no idea what I am doing so I shall end it here...
From Royal
"I can't believe this...", the man mutters to himself. "Gang pressing Royal, Matthew? Really...?", he adds on as he grabs his parchment and pen to write up a reply.
Cristovao di Silvio Wrote:Matthew,
I can't drop what I am doing to run off to war in Hillsbrad. I'm in Shattrath City right now, providing assistance to Anchorite Telah's pilgrimage. My absence here would matter more than my absence there, a difference of one more sword arm means little.
I will pray to the Light to keep you safe in your battles to come, though. Stay strong, my friend.
~Cristovao di Silvio
"... Dun Garok, though? ... sounds like it could be getting worse than a skirmish... ugh. Mother... Flora... I hope they're alright", he whispers quietly to himself. Without a second thought, he grabs a second piece of parchment.
Cristovao di Silvio Wrote:Mother,
Are you well, Mother? I'm just writing to check on you. I heard there's fighting flaring up in Hillsbrad, and I hope you are safe. Please stay in Hearthglen until the heat dies down, I couldn't stand to think of you being hurt in the middle of that. I'm doing fine in Shattrath, maybe I will visit you when I return to Azeroth.
Your Loving Son,
Cristovao