((Everyone was keeping IC journals, I think I'll try my hand at it!))
(These impeccably cared for velum scrolls are filled with neat, efficient script. One wouldn't know at a glance that an orc wrote them, were it not for their destination, Exile's Rise in Draenor. They're written in Common, so they can be screened for intelligence from SI:7 while in transit. Syrh has nothing to hide. )
My beloved Elder,
Integrating has been a slow process. I know, being the old hermit you are, that you've already read the histories I've enclosed with my previous communique, so I know you're aware of the prejudices we must overcome. It's more than unfair, but it's a burden I've done my best to hold aloft. I'm still relegated to moving mostly at night and seeking the protection and guidance of Shadow to avoid detection. It feels awful having to sneak around an allied city like that, but there are many here who would attempt to kill me on sight, merely because I'm an orc. Most of them have barely even heard of the Shadowmoon, and because of the traitor Nerzhul, what they have heard is rarely positive. It's unfortunate, but the best we can manage as of now is still to stay away from Azeroth. Rest assured, however, I'm doing what I can to change that.
Finding this University creation has turned out to be more and more of a windfall every day that passes. The land the University owns, known as a 'campus', is really more of a small, fully contained village, with a longhouse, sleeping structures called 'dormitories', a little eatery called a 'cafeteria' as well as sparring grounds, workshops, and of course classrooms. There's even a little town square they call the 'quad' with a fountain and auditorium. Human architecture is still alien, but oddly beautiful. They primarily build structures out of wood, and have large roaring fireplaces in every room, so things tend to be uncomfortably warm for Shadowmoon tastes, but I've found a basement that suits me for my work, where it's cool and I can feel the earth.
Speaking of earth, I find my connection to the Shadow is weaker here, somehow. Perhaps merely because it isn't Draenor. It's still there, and I can still connect with spirits, but it's... distant, somehow. I think there may be some sort of interference from all of the Light worshippers present. It isn't quite like the Draenei or the Rukhmarites, more... imperious than the Naaru, but kinder and more compassionate than Rukhmar. It's not as bad as it could have been.
On the subject of the Shadow, the dark-skinned elves on this world seem to worship the Shadowmoon as we do, but they have a different name for it, what they call 'Elune', a goddess of thier pantheon. It's primitive, but the blessings of the Shadow are nonetheless strong with them. These 'Kaldorei', as they call themselves, are long-lived, sometimes thousands of years old, and almost every one I've met has been a fearsome warrior or powerful priest. Some of them seem to possess a strong connection to the elements as well, though naturally they call that something else, too. 'Druidism'. Why can't anything be normal, here?
Life in the University seems privileged, somehow. I'm still not sure what I did to earn the honor of such a prestigious station, but only the most exalted caste of Alliance citizens seems able to afford our instruction. There is something called a 'scholarship' where an exalted individual fosters a less proven one, usually one with potential, but there are less of those it seems to me. And did I mention wealth? In just a short time, I've amassed more gold than I've ever seen before in my life just as payment for teaching. I must have impressed these people somehow. Perhaps linguists are in short supply on this world? I'm going to do more digging. In the meantime, you should expect a large chest of funds for our fight against the traitors, as soon as I can secure adequate protection for it's delivery to Shadowmoon Valley. It'll be almost my entire earnings- my meals and lodging are provided at the 'campus', so besides ink for my books and replacement robes every so often I have no use for it.
May the Shadow embrace you, Elder. Oh, and if you see Father, tell him not to die until I get back.
-Syrh, Daughter of Singh
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