A Letter from the North

"Roderick, a secret letter from Tyr's Hand."

Unlike before, Arnold showed no great interest in the gossip surrounding his commander and the Scarlet Crusade general. Now that he was the commander of an infantry company, he was gradually cultivating the bearing of a senior officer.

Perhaps it was boring, but that was the price of maturity.

Taking the letter Arnold handed over, Roderick saw Abbendis's familiar handwriting on the plain envelope. He had seen far too many documents issued by Abbendis during his time in Tyr's Hand.

Her handwriting was like the woman herself: the valiant aura of a warrior overshadowed her feminine softness.

To Sir Roderick, Commander of the Raven Guard Knights, Commander of the Joint Guard of Southshore and Hillsbrad, Lord of Watchtower Village, Protector of the Hillsbrad region:

I was very happy to receive your letter a few days ago. I hope your negotiations in Ironforge proceed smoothly.

We have joined forces with the Silver Dawn to conduct a thorough purge of the Scourge wandering near Tyr's Hand. It has become very safe here now. Under the soldiers' protection, residents can briefly linger in the woodlands outside the city. Unfortunately, the heavy plague toxins have made the citizens lose all interest in going into the wild.

The defensive works at Light's Hope Chapel are nearly complete as well. I believe that the next time you come, a sturdy chapel fortress will stand before you.

The High Elf ranger force from Quel'Lithien Lodge has reached a new cooperation agreement with us.

They still retain the pride of the High Elves and are unwilling to join the Scarlet Crusade directly. They now fight the Undead under the name of the Silvermoon Farstriders. I have granted them considerable autonomy, and they have expressed their gratitude in return.

Commander Mataus has