Halathulya

As I left the arid canvas of the Thousand Needles behind me, I thought I would be pleased to see the foliage the marked the beginning of Feralas. But no sooner had the docks of New Thalanaar come into view that I realized this would be no peaceful sojourn.

A detachment of Grimtotem tauren were attacking the settlement, and although the Sentinels were holding their ground, they were outnumbered.

It's truly a sight, the Sentinels in battle. One gets so used to seeing them standing at the pillars in places like Darnassus, or patrolling the roads of Teldrassil, or even manning the docks at Auberdine -- though not anymore, now they're at Lor'danel. When you see them in those places where their reputation is enough of a deterrent, it's easy to forget that they are and always will be the elite guard, their legendary worthiness even to Queen Azshara.

But Sentinels are not merely a reputation. Seeing them with their double blade swords, effortless and fluid as water... although I drew my blades upon the Grimtotem as well, I felt as though I were cheapening them. What help did they need from an outcast?

Yet when the last of the marauders fell, one of them looked at me and said, "Thank you, sister." as though I'd rendered some service instead of having stumbled into the battle when some of their number already lay dead in the grass.

Thank you, sister.

I had forgotten what that was like.