I should never have allowed myself to be lured so easily. The letter, as I read it now, was so obviously designed to entrap me. Even a child would have looked between the lines and seen what I failed to grasp clearly myself - the malicious intent and the falsehoods contained therein. Yet I allowed my judgment to be clouded, I suppose I hoped I might learn something momentous and that it would lead me to become wreathed in glory as I uncovered some great conspiracy and revealed it to our leaders in Darnassus. It is my Father's words of wisdom that resound in my ears now: "pride comes before a fall" , he would certainly have said.

I will not relate the gory details of my captivity here, I am not yet ready to relive them in entirety. I am eager though, to pay homage to my liberators, not least Laelynn the courageous and single-minded sentinel who took up my trail, doggedly following it to the remote north eastern coast of haunted Azshara where she came upon me unconscious, broken and in a wretched state. Had she not arrived when she did - well I care not to dwell on the consequences. That she nearly lost her life in the act, this is something I will have to reconcile with myself. But then time is a healer. I remember nothing of our flight, and had not regained consciousness until we approached Astranaar. Laelynn and I have had little opportunity to discuss things in depth, not least due to our mutual recuperations, yet I am shocked by the determination and strength of the force arrayed against us. I was forced to escape their clutches twice and would have been captured a third time, if not for a lone sentinel's valliant efforts. How determined they were.

I now bend my thoughts to the purpose of my captors. I remember so little of what took place, or of the unholy act of simultaneous summoning and severance that I was exposed to. Yet it occures to me, in piecing together the elusive, fragmentary collection of disparate memories, that the intent of these agents of darkness was to somehow create for themselves a vessel of sorts, to rip the very soul from my body and allow something or someone else to inhabit it in my stead. It does not take a great leap of intuition to realise what mayhem might have been wrought, had they succeeded. There is my association with the Arch Druid and other leading members of the Cenarion Circle, as well as free access to Tyrande Whisperwind through my Mother's trusted relationship with the venerable High Priestess. I am looking into evidence of this rite in the historical record, since I know of it's occurence in a similar form, an act of necromancy perpetrated by the Forsaken against druids in slumber, at the Dor'danil Barrow Den. It is significant that my would be tormentors chose this very place to meet, though at the time I was too blinded to see it.

But it is the identity of these agents of undoubted evil that troubles me. While I felt sure at the time, from the visual clues and the voice, that the leader at least and very probably his immediate associates were Kaldorei, I can scarcely bring myself to contemplate that a fellow countryman would involve himself in such a dastardly, heinous act of treachery against a single member of his race, let alone seek to rob his countrymen of one of our most revered heroes, to effectively decapitate us and plunge us into utter disarray.Yet I am in little doubt that this was the plan. How does one so comprehensively subvert a Kaldorei? I can think of a handful of significant times this has occured. And while the very marrow of my bone is chilled at the very thought of this, could it be - I almost dare not write this - but could it be that the whole dastardly affair bears evidence that the hand of the Lich King is in the detail, that he makes his presence known to us?Could this be a message sent from Northrend, that as secure as we think ourselves to be, we are still within easy reach? Elune save us all if I am right.

It is in contemplation of this that I am most severly disturbed. A full report has been prepared for the Overseer and I am sure he will take measures to engage his network of contacts. I am not of a mind to discuss this with Arch Druid Staghelm yet - I fear his wrath greatly, though I could face it. But I am not sure my fragile heart could bear his disappointment in me, not until I am fully recovered at least. Therefore, I will speak to my Mother and through her seek confidential audience with Tyrande and thus, discharge my immediate and most pressing duty to Darnassus.

Corwinna Leire'sinn.