Sentinel Avaniel Windblade frowned as she began to read the letter. Her eyes widened and she almost dropped the letter. The sin’dorei, the one that had been in the grove with the moonwell, was writing to her? She briefly wondered if the paper were corrupt. She put it down on the ground, placing a rock on the corner to hold it in place. She knelt to continue reading. If Vaelarian was still alive, it was worth it to risk reading the rest.
She laughed, repeating the next line to herself out loud, “‘… I want to reassure you that he only helped me to protect his grand-daughter.’ He helped you, all right. He let you escape.” She scowled and continued to read. Her jaw dropped open at the next line. “Safer with you?” She muttered, “Incredible, he either thinks I’m stupid or he’s completely insane.” She read the rest silently. Her expression showing clear disbelief. A small lapse in judgement? He traded his granddaughter for information on the horde’s movements. There was no way that could be considered small. The girl would have been safer with her people. She should have been sent to training, but Vaelarian had refused to force her, perhaps because she always claimed she would go eventually. She would have made a fine sentinel. She was already decently skilled with her blades. If Vaelarian hadn’t given her up as he did, she would still be safe in Ashenvale.
She pushed the rock off the paper, and using her dagger, stabbed the paper where nothing was written. It stuck to her dagger as she lifted it to carry in front of herself. She wouldn’t touch the paper, not from a blood elf, but she had to show the others. Vaelarian was alive. If there were a chance they could lure him back and apprehend him, then that would be one less traitor on the loose.
She smiled as she made her way back to the spire.