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Well well well... I guess it's about time. I've been inactive for far too long now, and to speak of what 'menti has been doing meanwhile is not an easy task, as usual. Due to this I've written down a few words telling little about where she's been and what she's done, but telling a tiny bit more about her own state of mind. A tiny glimpse into her mind if you wish.
                                                                                                                                     

Setting: Desolace â€" Magram Territory/Cenarion Wildlands


“Don’t touch me… Don’t touch me! Don’t TOUCH ME!!”
… when darkness comes, yer ought to be alone…
<DARKNESS>
I hate their mumblings, why don’t they shut up? “SHUT IT!” Ughh… I feel funny. What’s happened? Karloz? Karloz? You there? Where are yer guys? Uuuuugh….
<DARKNESS>
I hear them in the darkness… I need ter find them. I need ter get free.
<DARKNESS>
I wonder how long it’s been…

I had been left by myself most of the time. I was wondering what they wanted with me. What had landed me here? They seemed a little afraid, but if they were, why wouldn’t they let me go?  Where was I and where was I headed? What was the next step? Once in a while I had visitors. They never told me what they wanted though. Their voices were rough, but that didn’t make me understand them better. They rarely tried talking to me anyhow, mostly they just talked between themselves. The other visitors were equally interesting. Mainly they came to steal my food. Annoying little rodents.

“Who dares disturb me? Oh…It’s yer…Again… What do yer want this time?”
Just a little bit closer now… A mouse, a rat, now where’s my cat?
“Enter! “

“Hey, what yer d…. No! NoNoNO!! NOOO!”
<DARKNESS>

I had been moved. Things were changing. For how long had I been in this place?
At least I was alone. Alone, at last.
But I was too alone.
Something was missing. Something vital. Something would have to be done.
Time to rise.

Evil is what evil does. Come here, I’ll feed on yer.