"With one more scrape of her skinning knife against a freshly killed goretusk hide, Aurendar sheaths her blade, lifts a frothy flagon of Darnassian ale to her lips,wipes the foam away and turns to her Journal..."
Greetings friends.
I am the one called Aurendar. I was raised a hunter in the land of Azeroth. Teldrassil to be exact. As I write this, I am resting under the nightsky of Nagrand. This fresh goretusk kill fed my faithful companion Azrael and I well. This Hide will fetch some much needed gold pieces from the Auction House in Stormwind. Which is a day's journey from here.
Such is the life of a hunter.
"Pushing a pinch of Dwarven tobacco into her pipe, Aurendar reaches over, grabs a tinder and touches fire to bowl. The tobacco glows red with each puff..."
You see, I try to keep my life simple. But I find that ultimately, adventure seeks me out which is why I decided to record my days here in this Journal, The Hunter's Mark.
My wandering partner on my adventures is my Saber, Azrael. I happened to come to his aid in Stranglethorn Vale as a band of Trolls were attempting to end his life. "Bangalash! Bangalash! Bangalash!" They kept chanting over and over, blow after blow. The words puzzle me to this day. Anyway, after nursing him back to health, Azrael has spent a lifetime protecting me and keeping me out of harms way. I would die for Azrael.
Well, I hope you enjoy your stay and by all means, I will do my best to make time to commune with you again. But for now, Elune calls upon me. It is time for prayer and much needed sleep.
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar
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