Hello, my friend and brother,
I hope that your service to the Light has been fulfilling, and that you have had success in staying true to the path of righteousness. Like you but shortly later, I received the gift of Redemption and found myself in distant Kalimdor, among the elves. The journey overland to the port on our continent was hazardous, but, thanks to the intervention of some well-placed guards and two kind passersby, only once did Hammer of Justice and Divine Protection prove insufficient. The voyage across the sea was uneventful, but I arrived weary and lost. Since then I have mostly wandered the land until I was to sore of foot to continue, and rest on the bare ground without a fire in a place of majestic ruin where hawkers sell pots of bean soup.
What an odd land this is! Flat but festooned with trees the height and breadth of mountains, roamed by featherless and flightless birds taller than a horse, enmeshed in comforting dimness all the while I travelled through it. I passed a very large but friendly snow-white bear that guards the side of the road, and spoke to an improbable being twice as tall as an ogre and seemingly made of living foliage, which bade me seek out information on Defias. Yes, the scum trouble good folk even here. Some things are everywhere the same.
I encountered few folk in my wanderings, and none seemed to pay me mind, as they are not much different from the folk of our homeland, with men, gnomes and dwarves among the elves. My task in the morning after rest will be to find where good folk who stand on the threshold of death most need to have their souls restored to their bodies, and others who have the art to accomplish it are scarce. I shall write to you again when I can, but writing to me might prove difficult, as I cannot know where I shall be for mail to be directed. I shall presume that you read these missives and wish to continue receiving them. Until then, I am,
Your friend and sister,
The Redeemer