Defender of the Light

General Drimmer recently left to go on a mission for the Legion, one that required someone of his expertise and skill.  That left me in charge of the Legion.  Up until earlier today, that was a position of leadership in thought only; it had never really been put to the test.  Today, however, I had my first official meeting, in our headquarters in the Dwarven District.

I had recieved a letter from Captain Evangarde regarding a recent debacle that left an apparent “friend of the Legion” wounded and being tended to in Stormwind’s inn in the Trade District.  I met with him, and Private Rovver, as well as Major Mace.  Private Yune, another recent admission to the Legion, was sent to guard the person whom this debacle centered around.  (It’s almost sad, but I can’t even write it down in my journal.  I just never know who would sneak into my things and take the diary.)

Before sending everyone off, we talked about the Sanguine Tribunal–an order I still find myself loathing.  I don’t think I can complain, however, considering what they did to Colonel Duessel.  It may have been a while ago,  but–I look at him, and still see the part of him that’s missing, the part that used to smile at everything.  I saw him smile again, tonight, though it was fleeting.  It was still nice, if only a shadow of his former self.

I ordered the Legion to avoid the Tribunal at all costs, which I know made Major Mace bristle.  He’s a seasoned warrior, someone who speaks with his weapons and doesn’t like to be held back.  However, in this matter, I felt then and still feel it prudent to have everyone avoid the Tribunal.  They are simply too powerful, and they do not travel alone.  The entirety of the Legion against one of them, I am confident we would win.  The Legion as a whole against the Tribunal as a whole–honestly, I’m not.

After dismissing Privates Rovver and Yune, and Captain Evangarde, to their duties, I asked Major Mace to stay behind.  I allowed us both to speak freely with each other, as we both don’t much like a formal atmosphere, no matter how necessary it may be.  I let him know that, officially, I still didn’t want anyone to even look cross-eyed at the Tribunal–but, unofficially, if they started a fight, I expected him to finish it.  We both laughed at that, and it seemed to put him at ease.

After he left, the Captain came back to inform me that the Legion’s base of operations in Netherguard was complete, and he invited me to tour it, which I readily accepted.  It took a while, but that’s not bad.  There was a lot to see and take in, which I think will make General Drimmer rather happy about.  There is a barracks for the higher-up officers, as well as one for the lower-ranking ones.  Each has their own war room, which will be handy for the lower-ranking Legionairres.  They can be put through exercises where one or a handful lead, and for the duration it can be their own war room, to use and plan.

After this, I was invited to a formal gathering in the Park, so I hurried and went to the barber’s to get my hair done.  I’ve been growing it out lately, and it’s now long enough to style.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t at the gathering long enough to really have made the time (and money) spent at the stylist worth it.  I was told that Private Yune had to “take a rain check”, so I had to hurry and cover her post.  She will hear about this later.

On the other hand, I met up with Degare again, who was as quiet as ever–unless it comes to drinking.  And I met up with a female Draenei whose name I didn’t have the time to catch, but she does have an interest in history, which piqued my interest.  And I met a most intriguing Gnome who expressed such a delight in Fizz, my mechanical squirrel, that I had to create and send one to her.  In fact, I did that just before opening my diary tonight.

Speaking of, I’m sitting here, trying to not fall asleep, while keeping an eye on my charge.  The steady rise and fall of their chest makes me hope they’re alright.  Considering the extent of their injuries, it’s something to truly pray over.  I’ve sent my prayers to the Light, and now can only sit back and do my duty.

Tomorrow I’m going to be so tired, and I have that court martial to tend to.  Here’s hoping it all goes well.

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