Sent from the Goldridge Pass post office

Dear Peregrin, I am writing to you from…well, I am not sure where this is exactly, where ever it is, its freezing, snow everywhere. Either way, I am well on my way to Karazhan.

The boat trip from Southshore was interesting. The sailors were from Kul Tiras. They kept on pointing at me and saying my accent was funny, clearly, I have been hanging around with Guzbah too long.

Menethil Harbour is beautiful, just like you said. Incredibly busy, I wish I had more time to stop off and sightsee but you know, mages must fly, or not in this case. It’s my own fault granted, I have yet to learn to ride a Gryphon. I know, I can hear you saying “I told you so all the way over here.” Still, maybe I will get a chance down here.

I am currently travelling with a small merchant caravan run by a small fat man called Bez, a nice man if a little over-enthusiastic about his time in the circus.

Tomorrow we should be moving to our final destination. A small village just outside Goldridge pass where I will have to leave them and find a new Caravan to travel with. Hopefully, I can pick one up going to Northshire and from there on to Karazan.

To tell you the truth, even though I am excited, I am beyond nervous, what with all the stories I have heard about ‘previous apprentices’ and their lack of success, I don’t want to be seen as a failure, equally I don’t want to end up a pile of dust. All this, the cold and I’m missing you more than I can put into words. I know I said this would be a real chance for me, I still wish we could have gone together…or at the very least that I could be in your arms right now.

No matter what, I hope this finds you well and as happy as you can be, I will be posting this as soon as I get into Goldridge but I must go now, we are just breaking camp.

All my love to you my heart and soul.

Forever Yours

Khadgar