((This has already taken place and has passed - I'm just slow with posting it. *grins*)) "True, a new mistress now I serve The sword, a horse, a shield." – Richard Lovelace: To Lucasta, Going To The Wars. I ride off from Northshire Valley and pass the gates into Elwynn Forest proper, wondering if this was how it felt for my mother when she had compelled my grandparents to take me with them, away from the coming of the old Horde ere it had sacked and razed my birthplace, and the Keep that my father had sworn to defend. I would never have forgiven myself.