Wow! I thought I'd lost this thing. So much has happened since Northrend, visit to the trolls and the Wildhammer, arrival back in the plaguelands; it's amazing to see the progress we've made on the land.
I've been working with some of the Druids. They're...odd. Vegetarian, all focused on nature, and their moon goddess I don't like them much. Can't deny their effectiveness though, I've seen some of them turn a seed into a sapling in a matter of days. And some of the oldest trees of the forest, the ones that survived the plague anyways, are being restored. Even the grass is coming back in parts.
Not to say it's all their doing. The druid's magic has a hard time taking hold on unholy ground, and the spirits of the shaman must give their blessings for the changes to hold. But the real work is still being done by the Argent paladins and priests. The scourge, what little is left of it anyways, is still active to the South and the East. Casualties aren't as high as they used to be, but with so many of the mercenary forces and adventurers returned to their homes in the face of war between the Alliance and the Horde our numbers are nearly crippled. It's almost imposible to make the progress we were a month ago, and every fallen soldier is a greater loss than ever before.
Which makes me valuable enough to be given a proper lab, and all the medical supplies I could ever dream of. Sadly, I have no time to use the lab. Even during the night there are wounded who must be attended to, and proper surgeons like myself are few and far between. Especially since the Alliance and Horde need all of theirs, and what few there are besides are helping their own factions.
Makes a girl feel special, even if she is one of like three dead people in the entire Argent Dawn.
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