Today, I am berieved. For my crimes, I am condemned. For my breed, I am outcast. Time passes swiftly in the wild. Although I do miss intelectual conversation with the mortal beings of Quel'thalas. My return must be further delayed. I meet with the Dragonqueen later this day, we shall be discussing whether there is a place for me amongst her drakes. It offends me she thinks she can shun me, and send me away from my racial homelands because of my breed and then demand service from me. The woman is a Tyrant. The woman must be taken from the throne. I have plans, I have ability, I only need resources. Soon Quel'thalas shall be my home once more and then I can work on building my troops. Work on gathering the support we need if we are to have any hope of winning the war that is likely to come.