Trynian rested his hands on his wife's shoulder as their daughter ran trough the fields, her ankles revieled, touched by the long grass. She laughed. A familiar giggle. She slowly reached the top of the hill, holding a small branch, halfly broken by the force she used it with to decapitate several rebellious bushes.
"Don't run out of sight, Cali" Dreyma said, more to herself then to Cali, who was surely out the reach of sound. Trynian simply smiled somewhat, halfly chuckling, his hands on his back now, walking next to his wife as he looked up at the clear blue sky. Elune had blessed them with this weather. Cali stood proudly on the hill, faced towards her parents, giggling slightly as Dreyma pressed a quick kiss on trynian's cheek. Trynian did not mind, but looked at Cali as if he already told her not to do such things. But he cannot help smiling. Cali turned around, walking faster towards a large hyacinth on the top of the hill, making a last struggle with her broken branch, to make sure the treacherous flower would never betray her again. Trynian chuckled, Dreyma looked as if the flower was a good friend of hers, walking rather fastly towards Cali, who had dropped the branch and stared down the hill, dumb-struck, her hands hanging loosely next to her hips.

"Don't destroy Elune's creation like that, that was a perfectly serviceable flower, who might have been the feeding ... By Elune!" Dreyma had pulled Cali behind her, out of sight of ... something? Someone? Trynian ran up the hill, his hand slowly moving to the back of his belt, where he hide a small one-handed crossbow, behind his tabard, which he, lately, refuses to take off if not really necessary. He did not have to reach the top of the hill to know something wasn't right, smoke clearly rising towards the sky from behind the hill.He rest his pace just next to Dreyma, staring down the hill, to spectate small, almost tiny humans with orange masks assaulting a caravan of traders passing trough the region. A neutral caravan, as it consisted of Gnomes, Orcs, trolls and dwarves, all dressed in red. The orcs and Dwarves were clearly there to protect the caravan, as the gnomes and trolls tried to escape the greedy grasp of the humans. They did not held long, soon, four orcs lay dead, spread around the caravan, three dwarves pinned down by arrows. Only two humans lay dead next to a dwarf, golden mail shining on the small hero's chest, his helm lay a bit further in the grass. The caravan was captured, and guided to a safehaven for the orange masked bandits.

"Dreyma, go back to stormwind, take Cali with you and await my return in the Blue Recluse. Don't stop for anyone while you travel there." Trynian said, his voice slightly shaking in both anger and fear. Dreyma looked as she always did when she did not approve of Trynian's way of talking, but this time, he did not answer by the usual chuckle. She took Cali by the hand and lead her down the hill, slowly out of sight. Trynian masked himself while running, suddenly very vital and fast, unseen, ... The day had suddenly experienced a very sudden turn in scene.

Trynian walked steadily, though sweat dripped of his face and his hair and clothes were rather dirty and wet. Slowly he placed himself at the table, throwing some remaining wine glasses and rotten apples on the floor, breathing heavily. He took a small book and searched for an empty page, finding several at the back, he teared them out, the last two pages teared in half. He threw the book on the floor aswell, caring little for order at the moment. Slowly, he started writing:

Today, I have experienced the worst horror in my life. Utterly astonished and helpless as I am, i call upon all sentinels to aid me in the quest I have burdened myself with. After scanning trough the region of Arathi Highlands, I bumped into a band of bandits, which, after closer interrogation by myself, calls itself 'The Syndicate'. They are by far, one of the worst groups of bandits I have spotted still walking around freely. They slaughtered and burned, without remorse or mercy, fifteen members of the Alliance, and an astonishing number of thirty hordes, in the cruel order of females first, males last. These were merchants with very valuable objects in their possesion. It came to my attention that they are joined by a band of Ogres, perhaps not allied, but not hostile either. These ogres found themselves usefull in this cowardly slaughter of unarmed civilians by eating the dead bodies flesh, after it was cooked and the bones removed. I dare not say how horrifying the sight was, though I could not interfere at that moment , I shall make them pay for their acts. I call upon all sentinels, as proud members of the Coalition of Light, which serves the Alliance and the light's intrest, to act against this! I have taken careful notes of the keeps status, and shall guide us trough it, by force.
Next wednesday, I hope to see you all at the gryphon master in the Arathi Highlands, we shall show that plane murder will not be tollerated. Spread the message over the walker! Let it be known that they are not done with the sentinels yet!

Trynian Azzurei Goldhand, SS