It's a heavy thing to stand in Hyjal, where so many companions met their unnatural ends. The land itself echoes with grief. Craters filled with ash, memories too bitter to forget. Yet you carry a spark from the Eastern Kingdoms, a warmth that defies this gloom! My childhood friend Tobin enlisted alongside me, and though I hold hope, I fear for what remains of his soul. We'd spend afternoons skipping stones as kids across Lake Everstill in Redridge. Look for a shoreline anchor, and honor our pastime?