Defender of the Light

I met with Lord Valorsworn earlier in the evening.  He gave me a new set of armor, and spoke with me a bit about how I was coming along.  I got the sense he was proud of me, at first anyway.  I should back up, at least a little.

I was last resting in an inn in Valiance Keep, a harbor city in Northrend, following the–activities–of the other day.  I was rested enough, I felt, and had managed to explore Valiance Keep itself as much as I was able, so I decided it was time to come home.  I knew what I would face, and didn’t want to put it off any longer than necessary.

So, earlier, I was speaking with Lord Valorsworn.  I’d left a note at the inn in Valiance Keep which inn I’d be staying in in Stormwind, and there, when I was summoned by Lord Valorsworn, I left another message, saying where I’d be.

Arthy met Lord Valorsworn and I in the Old Town district, and his appearance meant I had a confession to make.  I told Lord Valorsworn what had happened in Northrend, how Arthy had saved me from my own mistake.  He was forgiving, of course, but I had disobeyed the order to not go anywhere near that continent until I was ready.  As such, my punishment is to aid the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind and the Abbey in Northshire in their chores for the time being, as well as offering my thanks and begging forgiveness from the Light thrice daily.

Arthy noted that this was very light, compared to the punishments he was used to before rising against Arthas.  I told him that the punishment was just; no matter the outcome, I had disobeyed an order to Lord Valorsworn, whom I’d sworn fealty to.  He understood the importance of what I’d told him, but there can be no escaping punishment.  Such is life.

I’d had a few hours yet before the punishment were to commence, so I took Arthy to a little spot out by Mirror Lake that not many people go to.  The whole area is infested with members of the Defias, but a little sneaking around and we got to a nice little creek.  We played there, letting the outside world go away for a time.  Eventually, we sat down and talked.

We talked about what it was like for him, as an Ebon Knight.  He is a good person, now.  I know he’s done terrible, horrific things, but I also know what I’ve seen of his heart.  No matter his past, he’s a good man now.  He might yet someday be punished for the evils he’s committed, but that will be as it will be.

We talked about life and love, about not quite fitting in, if for different reasons.  I finally broke down and confessed one of my own secrets to him, how I don’t truly fit in.  He was very understanding, very caring.  He was the most understanding person I’ve ever known, for that.  It’s so rare to find someone who doesn’t seem to care about the “role” a woman, even as a Defender of the Light, “should” play.  That I don’t want to live with a husband, to so many in these days, would be shocking and appalling.  Thank the Light for Arthy.

We talked, then, about women, about finding the right ones for each other.  We talked for so long, I was almost late for my duties.  I arrived at the Cathedral promptly, and was introduced to a new initiate inthe order, a young Ganriel.  I was to show Ganriel around the Cathedrel, introduce him to some of the regulars, and that sort of thing.  He seemed a nice young man.

The chores lasted well into the evening, and I’ve just enough time to finish this before I simply must get to sleep.  I’ll have a long day tomorrow, as I will for some time to come.