July 15th
Dear Journal,
Time flies when you’re having a good time! No, I’m not having a good time at the moment because I am still stuck over here with the Forsaken. Seems like I can’t do enough or excel enough at what I do gain the recognition that I need to get transferred elsewhere. Oh sure, there are a lot of us competing and a lot of us putting in for transfers that seem to have be done monthly. With this place being as unpopular, you’d think that they would send the least worthy here instead of the Rangers that have been busting their behinds to get ahead.
I will admit that I am putting in as much time as I can with my duties as I can stomach, however, there is a limit as to what I am ready to do. No, I am not going to try to schmooze my way up the ranks with these Forsaken because they literally make my skin crawl and sometimes I wonder if we aren’t being infected with some of the plague carriers.
I will have to admit that the majority of us head back to Silvermoon City whenever we have a chance to get some time off. The first thing I do is to find a decent Inn and take a long hot bath and then grab a nice meal.
Naturally, with gold being as tight as it is, I am still trying to make my inquiries with the magistrates in regard to the guy that I think is my Father, this has been a real expensive venture for me so far and leaves me a bit strapped when it comes to keeping my gear up to date and properly repaired. Luckily for me, one of the fellows in my unit is also a black smith on the side, so, he’s been doing some work for me rather cheaply. I’m sure that I’ll end up paying the price for his favors eventually, however, right now, that is far down the road.
Now, my last trip to the magistrates wasn’t nearly as costly because I was still inquiring about where this Dawnglory was in Pandaria. Well, I was shocked out of my mind when I was told that he had resigned his position from the Rangers and his whereabouts were unknown. Oh yeah, I could find out more information if I had more gold, I’m sure. This just makes finding him more difficult because I will have to resort to using outside sources to investigate things further.
Well, I was a bit disheartened at the news from the magistrates; however, I haven’t given up all hope in finding this man. Of course, I am going to have to stay in the Rangers and do what I can to earn more money and still keep searching. Ranger pay is the only real steady source of income for me right now. Yeah, sure, I could do what some of the other guys are doing and hanging out in Murders Row earning money by doing some less than savory things, however, that makes me almost as sick to my stomach as the Forsaken.
Sometimes I get so angry at my Mother, may the Light bless her departed soul, because she could have or should have spoken out long ago. Why she didn’t do it is a question that I will always be asking myself, however, it could have been that she was ashamed of what had transpired when the “handsomest Ranger in Silvermoon” packed up and went off to war. There she sat, pregnant, unmarried and her reputation was ruined in all the social circles although her family name and money kept her circulating. No man of any worth wanted to marry her with a baby on her hip and no man taking responsibility for the activity. Well, I can’t blame the people here in Silvermoon for being the way that they are, she showed quite a bit of carelessness on her part by not even getting the fellow’s full name even though she was with him more than just once from what I gathered from the family gossip. Albeit, the picture that I have of him shows him as being quite good looking and with the way that things are, I’m sure he was very charming. She was very young and very foolish and now, I have to pay the price for being here. Part of me is very bitter about how the family acted towards me when she died from a stupid case of pneumonia and put me out on the street before the funeral even happened.
Okay, Hanlin, stop whining in your wine. I’m not feeling sorry for myself, just very frustrated at my circumstances. The man has to acknowledge me as his son and he is obligated at that point to be my parent, whether he likes it or not. I will not go through this life as some bastard offspring. I can’t, I won’t be accepted anywhere in our society if that is to be the case. Sure, I can earn my way up the ranks with the Rangers; however, it would be so much easier if I had some kind of social standing other than what I have currently.
Okay, a bunch of us are going out to socialize while we can while we’re here in Silvermoon, I’ll have to watch what little gold I have and make sure that I don’t have to go hungry until I get paid again too. Well, sure, I can eat what we’re given to eat by the Forsaken; however, my imagination is too vivid to allow me to eat the stuff without retching.
Han
