After Hawer have been gone for some time after the attack on his Scarlets, he retune to Stormwind Undercover as a Priest, he walked around in Stormwind to find his wife and his kids, but the only thing he heard people talk about was that The High Lady of The Scarlets was dead in her room.

Doctrine in the Defence of the Ebon Blade

Hark, fair Stormwind! Bastion of the Alliance! Take heed my words.

Dear Diary!

The last hours I've been pretty bored in Stormwind City. The town that used to be so much fun is now REALLY boring! Why? Because all the cool guys are heading up to Northrend due to the events that happened at the Harbor the last few days.

BUT when I tried to go on the ship, the stupid Captain told me; "Gnome, you're not big enough to fight alongside the BIG guys!" and then he threw me of! That's racism and I won't tolerate that! 

I wanna go to Northrend with everyone else! I'm allowed to have fun even tough I'm not that strong.

The old man stood silent in front of his table...

His thoughts were far from his position. He sat down now, and pulled forth a gnarled pipe. He filled it with weeds and upon tapping the pipe's egdes the contain ignited. That was one thing about being human...it is much more comfortable to philosophize in a small shape, and with the change to smoke. Many of his kin probably wouldn't understand for all their wisdom.

Wisdom pff...if that was even a suitable word.

Well, well Mister Stormwind, Just like Miss Stormwind, but with men... and well, not quiet as well dressed... or smelling. But none the less I, The, Horatio A Steepsprocket, Snapographer and Article Writer was paid to cover this lovely event so here is the rest of my Snapographers File, full of Snaps and little titbits of information!

Welcome to the fourth Issue of 'Tinker, Ale & Cog', This Issue has been the hardest yet to get together with the outbreak of the plague many of the writers and works have lost family and friends to the foul and evil scourge, So our hearts are with you all.

My dearest love,

If you receive this letter, then I am dead. I know no way of expressing what I wish to say, so I have enclosed our wedding ring with this letter. You must seek Ranel Greystone of the guild of True Believers, he shall guide you.

(If you look through the Stormwind Library you'll find a "file" called "Milk of The Day - Office" which covers all the important information about .. well, the office.)

The "Milk of The Day" (Also known as "MoTD") is a magazine started by the gnome Krügerh Gotaname. It will cover everything Krügerh or other members of "the ink" finds interesting, and they also have a office! Take a look!

Once upon a time there was a really small family that lived in a tent in Dun Morogh. And when I say small I mean REALLY small. The only member in the family Dirki Spoonhammer.

Even though Dirki was the only member in the family, it didn't mean he was lonely. Dirki was a really popular gnome, and he made a snapographer called "iSnap", and he knew how to use it to!