Where does the time go?

Greetings from the vast tundras of Northrend!
I must offer my apologies to begin with as the demands on my time since entering this frozen wasteland have severely cut into the solitude that writing in my journal affords me.

Needless to say, much has happened since last I visited my journal.

I now primarily wander Azeroth alone these days. I was guilded with a wonderful band of heroes but alas, things just didn't seem to work out. I soon came to realize that I was spending more time alone with Azrael out in the field than I was surounded by my trusted guildmates. Make no mistake, they are wonderful adventurers but I seem to have found my own path. Such is the life of a hunter. I can only hope that I will one day run with that battle tested band known as Summit.

But this land known as Northrend does not allow one to reflect on what might have been. Too much thought and you're dead. This is a land of action. Kill or be killed.

Fortunately, something that I excel at. I will come back to this journal soon. Right now I have a date with a certain Iron Colossus deep within a mountain range known as the Storm Peaks.

Luck is not on my side in this battle. I will need your thoughts to defeat this attrocity.

~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar